shiz spot

The air blew crisp. She stood at a clear line, the sun at one side and shadow the other. The whole of her body felt the chill through her thin clothes. Strands of her long red hair tossed about lashing at her face; she pulled them back , and removed the cigarette from her dry lips. Wandering about between the light and the shade, her mind dwelled upon misery and happiness. She was suffering a bout with one she did not understand. In the midst of her life, her creation; her mind was unable to deny the time of others and who it was that caused them theres. 

“How can it be” she thought pacing about with her head down. “Theres the good stricken with unsolicited pain and grief; and the indifferent that upon them various bits of golden good fortune get cast.” She shuddered though not to audible as to be noticed by others; she felt a stir from within and inhaled deeply a drag from her smoke. 

It may have been because her conflict continued with the fact that as she put it, “In the mean time i want to immerse my self within my happiness and yet all i can feel is mostly for them and against the others.” For her this plight took to no boundaries of the mind. When she looked about to the world in front of her she could see the physical; but illusions too shown through her eyes and imposed themselves upon the world, the auras of good and well intent surrounded by the the overgrown vines strangling us all with a taint of ill will. 

As with every thing though her life needed to continue and so she wandered out into the light once more, and extinguished her cigarette; and pulling her jacket tight to herself she pushed into the shadows. Though she hesitated and looked up. “If it is you, if it is, all you are is one hell of a indian giver.” she thought and went on.

Beyond the open heavy metal doorway was now a wide empty room. Its walls coated with old dirty flat white paint. Pushpin holes now vacant, riddled the surface; as well as torn bits of drywall from taped memos of years gone by. The room sat in a bath of dusty light, pushing through plastic shields layered with dirt and stains of smoke film. The light shone upon a well trodden carpet that covered the floor. The carpet mapped with stains and many indents from file cabinets weighed heavily with pages of records. A standard issue four drawer office desk, now stood alone in the middle of the used room. Atop the desk a briefcase was being snapped shut by a suited man. The man lifted the briefcase and guided his unkempt figure to the doorway. Stopping within the thresh hold his free hand ran up along the cold rough wall and switched off the panel of three light switches, the room grew darker with each switch operated. For a brief second the man stood in the dim rays of light emitting from the hall. He carried on. Shutting the door he did not break his motion and walked down the hall. In his mind sat only one thought, “Tomorrow I will sleep in and when i wake up i will go out to breakfast”.