An awakening of the weird sort![prose]

Part 1

She came running across the room like a sloth on ice,a horrifying unexpected speed. Tumbling down like how stairs shouldn't. With fermented idiocy rusted on her breath, she'd been gone for way to long. Hair like the funky fuzz ball you just ripped off a brush, only to realize that toothpaste was oozing  on your clean hands and gray hair clinging to you relentlessly. She was not pretty! With paint brushes in her hands and dangling from her matted hair, she looked like a rainbow-spotted zombie.  "WHAT!" She bellowed as her corrosive voice, made every edge sharper, and the air poisonously crisp." WHAT! The HELL do YOU want from me!"Every word pronounced sharp by her rage of being disturbed. Her extreme eyes focusing calculating ways to clear her haze. Flowers stuffed in  her face was like stuffing a skunk's butt with a gallon of cheap perfume. Its not easy, and its extremely dangerous. 

Shock! A step back, she fell so far back, like an accidental suicide, plummeting she didn't expect cool waters, to be so damn unromantic and like concrete. Theres just nothing great about death by concrete incision, and i don't suggest it.

No she had no idea what was coming to her.
That I was  coming, to see, to see just her and her alone.

to be continued

11:02
the door resounded brutal waves, she came crashing, first up then down, gravity's chew toy soggy from all the falls and crusty from all the insanity. A thousand year  old tree  falling like a rubber ball. She had fallen asleep, but  more like jenga the last piece pulled it could take no more stress.Finally toppling at 10 am sleep burned through her eyes and sagged through her body. but in her eyes she expanded and exhilarated like the birth of new emotions or that perspective  of the sensitively intense, and the oh so distant. Ah memories, memories of so long ago even the files were corroded and weathered. These dreams of him.  The lives of paint and shapes there expression that her paintbrush danced to and what her smile still breathed for.  Hah, what she still breathed for, no what she was forced her to breath for, forced by her creativity, as her dreams of life remained on  a forgotten to do list to glue it back together and take out the trash. But building petal on top of petals will not create a flower as her hands, her brush shattered wet all last night. She had starved her emotions to the point of anorexia. internally she was dying  as her blood barely pumped through  her heart as even the  blood  thought her heart was to cold to live in. She needed a hug. A real  hot compassionate one.

11:05
Then he came... knocking again.
reminding her of her forgotten heart beat, now her ears ached from it.



It was damn 11 am what kind of idiot  knocks on the door so damn early.
Stranded in the desert, confusing it with dessert from dripping mirages, only to realize it was the end of this pathetic square world and i had just plummeted down into an alien planet. 'Where  the F$#K...'could only explain this retched emotion. I fell.