Reading kaizley's journal

A little well earned procrastination. It's a doosy this one. Just a long improvisation. Have fun.

Lights flicker on and off
But there's no one in the room
Straining to see
Stretching to reach
Circling the premesis
As the light burns out

Looking down the endless street
Till too dark to see
Pushing through prickly bush
Till you start to bleed

Searching down the empty street
In dustbins, parks, and petrol stations
Not a sign
No Direction
Just a dodgy photograph

Feet blister
Hands freeze
No closer
No further

The temptation grows stronger
The temptation to turn and run

Keep searching through the empty fields
Over mountains, under bridges.
Days pass like the flowing stream
Hunger overtakes you

Finally give up
Finally turn around
Reluctantly.

Jumps at you unexpectantly
While laying on the ground
Her skin pale
Her limbs, limp
Not a movement, not a breath

Emptiness.
Nothingness.
You're reason has gone
Just like that
You are no more.

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."