WISHY WISHY.

PRESTON :

I lay softly in my bed.... I pat my own back close my eyes breathe heavily.... I wild thought manage to ooze from my lips.... Huuh life well lived.... It's not normal right.... I thought so too.... I don't have tears in my eyes.... I even think my tag hurt surgeon is useless....

I suspend my hands and legs mid air... Wondering what happens next... Should I write my favorite words or my last words.... Today in the morning I looked in the mirror I didn't realize that I've grown old with wrinkles....My eyes bulgy and a shade of black on it..... I try to escape reality....


Writing doesn't do the trick anymore.... You don't know how many people I've killed in my thoughts...Or how times in different ways I've killed specific people...You don't really know how many times I've committed failed suicide....

But that just part of the history.... I wanted to call you.... Let your number be the last thing I dialed... It's easy and satisfying to link you with my death....I would wish I be present though silent to listen to you lying to the whole world...Just like you did to me....Maybe your father....No your mother would regret her classes....

I want to write on my Facebook.... Gone down to count the dead...But that is too ambiguous... I want to talk to Shakespeare....Or Romeo...Or Valentine....I want to go back in history and erase the phrase " Romeo Romeo where for thou art".....

Also I want to lay down...Let my people vote their president...Watch him being pronounced then cough the last chocking air.... Mid way on my death write or wrong... Write you a message... And on my bedroom wall write in blood....she that I love hurts me....


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TOO CLOSE TO CLOSE.

PRESTON.


I sat down on the cliff... Where I sat months ago with my girlfriend looking at the city....But now the air wasn't divine and the city was inglorious....The beautifully architectural design of building and pavement were covered in dark smoke and stench of death......

It had been raining for days now... I lost track of what happened during that election day.... You see the two antagonists groups were just chanting and dancing.... It was on TV .... The whole world was glued to the large silver and black headlines on their screens...." Kenya decides....

It was barely few hours after polling stations to open that sur names immediately started to matter...And those who didn't like the spelling of your second name simply did not like your existence......

Far away but not too far.... Military tanks and amphibious were matching....The heavy metal jackets on the streets of major cities.... Those that were lucky fled to their rurals quarter and sunk in prayers..... The rest of us were busy hoping....

The Flickr on could see from a far is the bright red yellow amber flame consuming with pleasure what it is that it consumes.....I swear I don't know who the president is.... I swear I don't know which party won.... I lost track of time too.... The whole atmosphere was filled with stenches of dead and dying screams..... It was tainted with the foul aroma of decays human souls....


I opted to jump off the cliff.... But I feared if I survived... I would not write history on borrowed pen and paper.... The dark smoke filled the sky and you could barely see the stars.... The one glorious land.... Became a battlefield of a fight we never knew..... The little joke we played online because an ugly ordeal offline.....It was too late.... I remember seeing n.korea sending food relief....



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