Lazy recollections

I rolled the window down, letting a puff of smoke dissipate into the air.  It was a serene night, and I couldn't’t help but wonder who else might be gazing at the stars.  The stars, oh the stars…so delicately placed in the vivid expanse by some steady hand and a trusty pair of pliers…  1

A cloud lolled over the half moon, as the moon sighed, uttering a mixed wave of air and laughter, pushing the cloud to a new home.  2

It was quiet, and the orchestra of silence caressed my ears, blanketing me, warming me, lulling me to sleep.  3

As my consciousness drooped, a wave of simplicity overtook me.  I was possessed by the feeling of eternity rolling over the hills to my right, right on into the sky.  The moon remained laughing.4

I knew I must have been dreaming.  No eyes were meant for the picture that had been painted before me.  I was viewing the playground of gods.5

The swing lay idle, awaiting the return of a human companion, as it lazily rocked to the laughter of the moon.  Although its vibrancy had been dulled over the years, its beauty remained constant.  So much vigor imbued in such a dull slab of plastic… what a wonder to behold…6

I decided to resolve myself to soak it up, and hold on to it.  Who knows how long the moon shall coddle my ears with its low laughter.  7

I soaked it all.  I soaked myself to the bone in the brisk, crisp night.  It swept me, leading me to rapture, to nirvana.  I closed my eyes and let it take me as I slipped the keys into ignition.8

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The sawdust settled gently on the ground, creating a filmy covering of dismal gray as far as the eye could see.  I pried myself from the wrenched metal, slicing various parts of my body on the way out.  I walked away and settled on a tawdrily covered piece of land, its filmy suit of armor.  I looked at the mess of screws, engine caps, pieces of glass, and various other litter, bemused and entranced, wondering what had caused such bedlam.  10

Thanatos must have wrenched the car with his stubby fingers, scattering the contents everywhere.  As I sat, dazed, the lucid night sky was covered with the stars, illuminating the wretched tree, bemoaning its poor luck. 11

I stood up, and declared that I must find some help, less I should perish.    I crawled to my feet, and after about fifteen feet of crippling walking, I gave up, and resigned to try my chances just sitting down.  I looked at the spruces that lay near me, and I began to smell the crisp smell of smoldering embers.  It was a poignant smell that I could not pinpoint, but it still lingered.  The place smelled of age and mold, besieging the nose with the pungent sword of decay.  12

I looked to my left, and noticed the daisies, wilted and dangling.  Just past the torpid daisies was the body of someone.  I stuttered, managing, “Are you okay?”13

There was no response.  “Hello?  Are you all right?” I yelled, echoing.  Nothing.  “Answer me please?”  Again I was confronted with the void of silence.  14

Angered now, I resolved to find the source of such rudeness.  I crawled back, and upon seeing the body lying face down, and seeing as I did not want to disturb him in his rest, I gave up.  I laid down, perplexed as to what to do.  I began to surmise of the nearest possible escape, which might have been the path through the wavering evergreen trees about thirty feet from where I was, but then the question of what to do with all the evidence arose.  It was likely that I killed the man, and I couldn’t up and leave without giving him a proper funeral.  I could bury him, set fire to the car, and leave.  The lighter was in the car, which seemed an impossible lifetime trek away, so I resolved to ask my counterpart for a light.  “You have a light, my friend?”  Nothing again.  I decided he must have been really tired, so I attempted to remove the matches from him.  I rolled him over gently, as not to wake him.  15

He had a strict pallor in is face.  His watch was on his right hand, covering thick skin marred and tainted by dreariness and sawdust.  He wore a plaid shirt, which was likely for comfort, seeing as there was no aesthetic virtue at all.  The nose and lips were enlarged as result of heavy Italian heritage.  Probably somewhere like Naples…16

His right arm lay over his breast, and his left lay idle, creating a poor decrepit mess; a forlorn atrocity of earlier perfection.  The gash on his forehead showed signs of profuse bleeding.  It was a rich hearty blood; the blood of eternity.  It was me.  17