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Fred's head was swimming and the air seemed oddly thick. His Pinto was catching the rays of the sun, heating up the dash. The heat radiated on his face. He adjusted the laptop screen, pushing it back away from the suns glare. If it had not been for the sunshine, the shadows of Fred's mind would have been consuming him. He couldn't understand these blocks in his mind and the missing memories were maddening. He felt he couldn't stitch himself together and was growing impatient with the stagnation. An overwhelming feeling to quit suddenly hit his gut. He felt he didn't want to participate in his own life anymore. Nothing seemed to make sense. Even though seeing his longtime friend Zak had given Fred a bit of clarity, even a touch of hope, all the Monks wise words of wit seemed to only stir the desperation in his soul. He glared at the screen.

And he glared some more.

Fred huffed out a sigh. There was no use in fighting it. His life was in that black box and if he ever wanted to find out who he was, or who he should be, he had to pull himself together. He scrolled a few pages further down. His gut churned some more. Suddenly he couldn't concentrate and didn't feel like reading. He didn't feel anything really, other than the gaping abyss in his soul. He thought maybe some music might help him relax so he scrolled back and clicked a folder called "Office Tunes" he selected the first track:


Twenty one pilots:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92XVwY54h5k

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound

There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There's faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

And now I just sit in silence [x3]
And now I just sit

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

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