Why Am I Awake? (pt the end)A Story by Mad Mezi...That’s it. We’re done. The fame got to be too much.
People started recognizing me at coffee shops and open mic lounges. Lots of
hipster girls began schmoozing with me. Lots of girls have had their mouths on
my c**k in such a short amount of time, I might not ever be able to have kids.
I’m exhausted. The attention isn’t all that
great. She doesn’t like me getting all this attention. I told her, when we
first started, that it would be like this. “I’ll be great,” I said. “I can’t
promise you anything because my heart is owed to the world.” It’s not the same without
her. My writing is empty. It is all empty. It is dark. Maybe night. The beginning of…or the end? That's the part I can’t remember. There’s still lots of
lights, still lots of frustration. I drive up to a local bar,
where there’s only old men from a time before their time, and old ladies with
nothing left to give but their kidneys. I call her. Twice. First, she doesn’t answer.
Second, she does. “How have you been…?” Nothing. “I miss you…” A cough. She waits and waits. I wait
and wait. Finally, she says, “You’re a
s**t.” “I know.” A pause. “Shouldn’t you be writing?” “I…can’t…” “You can. It’s all you
have.” “I…” “Go write--I’ll be here if you’re don’t.” I never saw her again. She’s like a ghost. I am haunted by her. There goes life, going on by
you. You can’t catch it. You go with it. Or you go
against it. If you’re like me, you do
neither. Life is a series of patterns
disrupted by beauty. It all starts in the dark.
Nothing but the dark. We are the ones who make the
light. © 2015 Mad MeziAuthor's Note
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Added on October 8, 2015 Last Updated on October 8, 2015 Tags: unknown weird dark mad angst glo Author
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