A car pulls up to the end of the road leading to an empty open dessert. The middle of nowhere. Jeff flings the driver door open and stumbles out of the car. His face sweaty and his jacket hanging off his elbows. He runs out into the open until he stumbles and falls to his knees. He points his head to the sky to let out a scream. He falls backward into the ground and passes out.
“Hang on to the world as it spins us around” Plant your feet firm to the ground Take a leap in an effortless bound Your day is here
I don’t believe in miracles I believe in freedom
Pay attention to the subliminal sounds if freedom Planted into our everyday lives
Dear spirit held captive by the web of collective order My soul is calm and bordered My soul shouting to the sky And I want it to stop but I don’t know why
Yet a single hym burns inside of me “Take it from me some day we’ll all be free”
The shot clock is down to 5 seconds The score is tied at 56 Marcelous holds the ball to the side of his hip as he is being defended by one of the intergalactic minions. He takes a deep breath then continues down the court. He fakes to the left then makes a spin move now redirected to the right. The intergalactic minion trips on his other foot and falls to the ground. He end up at the 3 point line. There is 3 seconds left on the shot clock. He shoots the ball. And scores !! At the courtside, Percius puts his head in his hands in defeat. The crowd celebrates “freedom freedom” they chant as the front row section runs to the court to lift up marcelous. Precius holds up his hands to shush the crown. “I am an alien of my word. I grant you all freedom! “ The crown continues to chear
At the very least I try to visit Vegas every weekend to see my son. It is not that bad of a drive from Los Angeles. It’s tough but I just hope this weird transitional phase in my life is over soon. My life just seems like a series of liminal space from emty apartments to empty desserts. Sometimes I try to explore some of the landmarks in between the two cities. I’ve been to mining places, Joshua tree, old western towns. I love the dessert! Sometimes when me and my co parent get in an argument I just drive. And I keep driving until I’m in open land. It just feels peaceful. I feel closer to the sky and the mountains. It’s like I can talk to them. One day we got into a huge argument about me not being able to afford day care. “I’m trying so hard to find a job” I say but I hate that you just decided to move to Vegas with my son, now in order to be close to him I have to make due in a city where I don’t have the same resources.” Im a fucking A&r Brianna ! There are no labels in freaking Vegas what do you want me to do!!!” Brianna shouts, “your not applying your self!!! When my father was out of work he took himself the the nearest help wanted sign and started working there! Just get something for now! She says “It’s temporary”. I storm out of the apartment hoping to create space to process the conversation. I get in my car a before you know it I was back on the open road. It must have been 3 in the morning but I didn’t care. I’m driving, and driving, and now I’m realizing that I am pretty far this time. I change directions and continue down a sandy side road. I see an abandoned shack lying crooked in the distance. “Perfect!” I think to myself. I can just post up right over here. I park my car next to the shack. I go to explore. I walk on side and first thing I notice is most of the shak is buried benneith the sand. But it’s a heap of sand piled up on the back of the structure and it looks like a big beige pillow. I lay down on it and look up at the gaping hole in the ceiling. I can see the stars as bright as the La Skyline. Next thing you know I wake up and it’s broad day light out side. I must of drifted to sleep. Noticing that I’m in a frenzy I pause for a minute. I take out my camera and take a picture of my surroundings. I smile and say “thank you” then I get back into my car and head back to Vegas!
Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion In the attempt, you miss the boat Yet you press on hoping for another show That how I felt when I went back home Hoping to feel the city’s fold To feel my heart fill with excitement Acting as if my first assignment To see the skyline drift through the wind And feel the good bumps on my skin But now my heart cold and dry Like a tundra with no cloud in the sky The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold
I race back to the car but before pulling of I peak at the cracked door one more time to confirm that I’m not just seeing things.
I think to myself, now who would want to break in my home? I don’t have anything, so that means somebody’s out to get me?
I crouch down in the car seat.
It’s probably the cartel! All of these pornogragrsphic websites on my laptop they have to have my ip address by now.
But why would the cartel want to pick on me I have no business with them ?
Probably just to hold someone for ransom. My breath becomes heavy as I sircome to my paranoid thoughts. I reach in the glove department for a pistol.
But then notice that the department is empty
That’s right I sold the pistol for the new ps5
I get out of the car and dash to the tree on the side of the house and rip off a tree branch.
I hear someone coming
I prep myself
If I go out at least I went out swinging
I see a foor apear from the front door
I scream to the top of my lungs as I lunge at the figure
I stop myself on the mist of my persuit
When I realize that it was my fiancé
She screams “Kendall what are you doing”
I’m pause for a moment then drop the branch
That’s right
I live with my fiancé now. Disappointed in my self for not remembering that we just moved in together and not one time did it come across my mind that maybe she just forgot the close the door Or she ran in the house to get something
Embarrassed, I kick the branch out the way
“Baby you left the door open I thought someone was robbing us”
I start by slowing down. I need to get in the right mind set to even think about how I’m going to do this. Breath. Keep breathing. What is the plan? No not ready yet? Keep on breathing. In through the nose out through the mouth Freedome is the most important But you will not subdue to the pressure now breath!!!! That is the plan? Well I know that the 4 senses that are available to me I need to use to its fullest extent. Also my memory. I need to use my memory to its fullest extent Faith is also important I will now let fear dictate me steps only Strategy I trust me self and I trust the universe.
Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive. Life can be a zero sumn game especially in this economy. Not everyone gets a chance to live, but sometimes you take that chance from someone else. And he took! Jerod carongton is guilty for murder of my mother and I can prove it! On the outside you see a sweet old smal tiny Person But what I see is a refugee who was heading down a dangerous path and did what he dad to do to survive. You see Jerod wasn’t always evil……
