John rushed down the corridor, past the big

John rushed down the corridor, past the big windows and nurses; the missed call an hour old. He exhaled, relieved. He'd made it to see the baby born. "It was a girl" she whispered.
"Was" - that dreaded past-tense verb meaning things lost. Josh steeled himself for what she was going to say next, biting back his burgeoning
beer belly. She gnawed on it. Damn he was hot when he was thin, but that 1000 cases of Bud Ice ago. He was passed out so he couldn't feel her teeth. That's when the flesh broke
the surface of the water. Down below the ocean seemed much more serene - the opposite of the tempest above. Fathoms
of unfathomable peace. Oblivion really. Why is such suffocating depth magnetic? I headed downward, into the darkening ocean, away from hope & air & her. For now
the air bubble that bobbed around my head would suffice. Once it popped, I would be at the mercy of any passing mermaid. Or merman. That thought buoyed me a bit.
i like ocean. it's like my head. so many drawings. I like puffer fish
mostly because they resemble puffballs. A gipsy once told me I had been a puffball in a previous life. But then when I asked her what my future would be like, she said
she foresaw a downgrade, to moist towelette. Worse yet, I wouldn't even be a brand named version. Instead I was doomed to a short life in a Colonel Sanders wrapper. But
No one or anything that can stop me to go forward. Except when my mom said not to move forward. I will reach my bright future with a life will be filled with marriage and divorce.

Started: 2010-12-05 05:06:14
Finished: 2011-01-26 22:08:47

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