writer's prompt 03/20 - 03/26

"if the world would end on thursday, march 23rd..."

i've been thinking about this a lot, between boxes of old documents, boxes of books and suitcases loaded with clothes, since i got this phone call from my mother. the same old story i've been hearing for 20 years, the sea will rise and wash away the coast. now that i 've moved to this beautiful new apartment... well, i keep having images in my mind of the water coming up to the 5th floor loaded with garbage and cockroaches and swimming rats and getting in through the kitchen, because it's open to the outside. but i won't see that because i'll be at work, in the black tower, and i'll watch everything from the top. maybe i should take my mother's advice and pack and go to her house in the mountains tomorrow. or go to my sister's house in the upland. maybe i could get crazy and eat, drink, smoke, fuck as much as i want because the world will end. maybe i could buy everything i want on credit and spend my last days listening PJ bootlegs i've been saving for, drinking ice vodka and eating chocolate. thinking about it, if the world ended, i wouldn't have to spend money on a wardrobe, wouldn't have to give half my savings to the government as income tax, and wouldn't have to worry about the gas company bothering me and the fact that the winter is coming and i don't have gas at home. i wouldn't have to worry that i'm getting older and that i'll never be loved again. but i'll probably just go on as if thursday was a day like any other. choose to believe in that other medium, the guy who told the american government the location of Saddam Hussein's hideaway (and who is now sueing Washington for the US$25 million reward), at least he said the world will end only in 2012. then i would have time to have my band. my perfect companion would have time to arrive in my life. i could buy the new PJ album and go to a PJ show one more time. but... now i realize, what am i saying? everyday is the end of the world for someone... many days almost were the end of my world, only depending on a step more on the street, by the window sill, one more pill, one fine cut on the wrist. and my world has ended many more times before, at every lie, every disappointment, every injustice, every humilliation, every act of lack of love. it really doesn't matter. whatever.

untitled (change)

untitled (change) (by deav)
Rio, Mar 2006
(just lyrics)

"walk the same path..."
for the last time
next time no matter if it's wet or dry
i'll be gone
moving ahead
on another path

strange
when it comes to change
it's the same things
yet nothing is the same...

throw stale memories away
find memories lost in clutter long ago
sometimes to realize
there's no reason to make them stay

pack a lighter pack
though it's not light enough
to carry on my back

unpack to a bigger space
how long until it becomes
and again ceases to be my place?

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