I’m currently sitting in my bedroom listening to my brand new Led Zeppelin Record ‘Physical Graffiti’. The love for it is inspired, and they are not only one of my favourite bands of all time but this is my first three disc vinyl record that I have. Heaven truly has landed on earth.
Anyway, I have a story to tell. Don’t worry, it isn’t made up this time. I know it may be difficult to trust be seeing as my last post was a taunt to you all. But, I swear that everything I say is truth and nothing but.
I was lying. Sorry. But really, I have written the first like two paragraphs of a story which I wanted to post:
Silence. That silent exterior bathed in the watery midst of puddle upon puddle. Her hair, so beautifully drenched in the calligraphic waste that lay upon the ground outside of her house. It was so close, only twenty-seven feet of gravel between warm and cool, but it was unreachable to this distressed, little girl.
For all of time she had wondered, what is life without the will to live? Because of the distractions she had faced in-between and out of consciousness throughout her hectic hell-streamed life. The indications that she was too young for love and too old for immaturity; too slim for plus-size clothes and too fat to be considered attractive, were nothing in comparison to the trauma confronted within damage after destruction of demolishment. Given her circumstances of age of too young to drink alcohol but too old to be seen drinking a Robinson’s Fruit Shoot, she was caught between to worlds. Not knowing whether to grow up or grow down, or stay or leave…or become invisible.
So there. It isn’t much because, in addition to listening to Led Zeppelin, I am in bed with a terrible cold and sleep is required. Thanks for reading and please give me any feedback on my little teeny two paragraphs.
You have to know I feel pathetic about posting this now…although sleep awaits.
Thanks for reading if you did.