Just breathe.

As I briskly walked up the asphalt hill, the bell tolled. I was done with class, finally. The bell tolled for me, and was tolling for me obnoxiously loud. I looked at my cell phone/watch, it offered me 9:20 pm.

It was like a bad movie that had sucked me in. My life had been sucked out. Left feeling dry, alone and tired, I stumbled to my car and fit the key into the ignition. Then that song came on, that one that made me feel better, and I thought of all the things I could do when I got home.

I didn't do anything when I got home, because the song stopped playing in my head.

Now its friday, I have very little I need to do. Another day staring at the ceiling, feeling peculiar. Could/would/and should all form together in a type of army against me.

And as I would say to Sergeant Coulda Woulda Shoulda, what do these dreams mean? He would say that I should and could figure them out for myself.

I heard a good metaphor the other day. I think it was in an Audioslave song.
"The sky was bruised"

ok more of a personification, but i can just imagine what the sky would look like if bruised.

I want to get a huge group of personfications to go see Hero with me.