It's 1:08am and suddenly there's an ocean in my front yard. I can hear it. It's there. If I look out that window there's going to be a fucking ocean in my front yard. My right ear hears ringing and my left ear hears the ocean.
Oh god. There's a FUCKING OCEAN. What am I going to do? How will I grab my cats in time? The dogs? The Equus? Where is the Equus? He's someone up in the hill so I won't be able to get him in time. Oh god oh god oh god.
I have no time left because I can't get everyone in time. An ocean. How do you battle an ocean? There's so much I still have to do but there's an ocean and it's going to swallow me and my pets and my family and we're all going to die. All my drawings are going to be washed away and all my stories and no one will ever know i ever existed. i haven't gone to paris and i haven't seen husband and i haven't even ridden my horse yet. i haven't gotten into art school and i haven't become GREAT. i haven't done everything i need to and now i never will because the ocean is here and i'm going to drown.
there's an ocean in my front yard.
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