I felt the earth shake under umbrellas, constant shimmering forces suck down the penumbral wake of darkness, I can not remember the last time I felt like ths, so lost and alone, so cold and afraid. I don’t like the closure, I don’t like the world without you. I have accepted my fate and know now, more than ever that I am well and truly alone.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I want to die in your arms I want to feel the world come crashing down around me, I want everyone to burn in pretty patterns of #@^$ this and **^^ that, I hate the feeling of nothing clawing at my damp skin of sweat, I hate the never ending world slowly spinning around me, holding me like I’m never to be touched by another women.

I’m so indifferent to every mother !*&!ing thing. I want to scream, I want to hold out my hand and taste the blood running away from me as the nuclear blast of this heart launches me into a cataclysmic froth of words, before unfounded amounts of emotion. I’ve broken down the walls around me and confronted my own god damned illness with the hatred for life that you so passionately wrote about.

Now without your writing, without your words I am balancing on the edge of oblivion, and we’re without sense of satiation, we are the sad nothings, that dissonant voice carried over the oceans of grey matter, the bludgeoned horses carrying us away into the emerald world.

Author guidance for This exercise

There is a exercise that I've been told to do many times - If you have writers block, just write. It doesn't have to make sense.

Here's a place to Rant. Post it if you like, some of it might be utter garbage, but there might be an ounce of gold amidst the ton of #&!!.

updated Oct 15 '10 by PaulMacklin