- As the room started to spin i started to cry. I know, right now crying makes no sense. I should be fighting what was happening to me. Tiredness was taking over though, and it felt so comforting. No, part of me cried, resist the tiredness. Ive always been one with no backbone though, so i gave in. As soon as i gave in i started seeing things that had happened to me within the last couple of months. I had gotten my drivers license, been able to go to New York. It had been an unforgettable couple of months, the best ones of my life. Then for some reason the first play i had ever seen came back to me. It was "The Wizard of Oz" I remembered how much i had loved it, how much i has wanted to be in it. To be up there on that stage singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" how i wanted to act, to be Dorthy. I was Dorthy in the play we did at school once i recalled how when singing the last line of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" my voice had cracked and how i has cried so hard after i was off stage that they had to put in my understudy. For some reason the tiredness was being cruel to me. It was mocking things now that i wish i could forget. Before my eyes a trumpet solo that i had played in 5th grade took shape and i remembered how scared and awful i had done. Humiliation had been so awful, i could feel my face getting red at the memory. "Go away tiredness!" i wanted to scream, but it seemed not to have ears. I recoiled from the terrible memories it was pulling from my mind, the terrible terrible memories. Some way i was able to escape and i was spinning on the ground again. I looked up and could only see florescent lights. I looked around and was in a hospital. How did i get here though? This made no sense. Nasty ivies were coming out of my arms and were hooked up to strange looking and sounding machines. Nurses were working over me talking in low hushed voices. What was i doing here? I couldnt seem to remember why i was here at all. Then with a sudden jolt i remembered. I was leaving a particularly gruesome day at work when i had fallen down the steps and cracked my head open. thats why there was a violent banging in the side of my head. thats why i was here. i was here though. here on earth. nowhere else, but here on earth, and for that, i was unbelievably grateful
- by girl trumpets_AMAZING |
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- | Submitted on 03/29/2009 |
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- Title: memory
- Artist: girl trumpets_AMAZING
- Description: Dont know where this came from
- Date: 03/29/2009
- Tags: memories
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