• 8-bit Stories •

I’d like to throw a euology For a part of me that once was A dark shadow casted against the wall Finally dropped to the floor. A memorial of a shedded memory. The wake of what used to be. I’m doing so much better now I can’t even believe. Picked up where I left off I jumped when I heard the gun. I’m finding things are clearer When my feet are anchored to the ground. I’ll wear my best Dress all in black With the red of my bloodshed dripping down the tie. While I speak in its memory The demons will clap and cry In rememberence of a time in my life When darkness holding me down Was the only thing comforting to have

I love how “…because why not?!” Is such a valid argument when you’re high! Lol. I mean just in the sense that your mind conceives a radical idea and your right mind says, “hold up, wait a minute now… WHY?!?!” And your high mind just stomps in out of nowhere like Uma Thurman into some random courthouse and throws some paper down on a desk somewhere like she got something to say and then she just be like “… Because why NOT?!?!” And your overall concensus at this point has just sided with her over reason because of her grace and intensity and almost unanimously decided in unison, “oh, ok yeah I’ll buy that. That’s a valid argument, I - I mean, augment… I mean stiletto… Does that come in my size?” (And not once did anyone in the high mind stop to think, “so, where did the courtroom come from???”)