but he was angry and it was scary so i left that room and went across the hall to the other room
and i found uncle stu
and we got really high together
and he suggested we get in the elevator
so we did.
and as soon as he pressed the button the elevator became a glass elevator in the middle of the bottom of the Palisades Sill where we were surrounded by rocks and mountains and nature on all four sides
and it started going up and up and up and up SOOO HIGH
and then it finally stopped and bumped up and then settled.. as if it got to a floor.. then we looked at eachother, like hahah that was fun and were really high, and then it started to go down faster and faster and i started to get scared so i said
"is this gonna kill us?"
at first he said "no," with confidence.. but then he stopped himself and thought for a while and realized it would
so he looked at me right in the eyes and said,
"im sorry.. i didnt realize.. im really, really sorry."
and i think, I SHOULD PANIC, but then i stayed REALLY calm, really really calm..
like 'okay, we are going to die, i want to think of nothing, clear my mind, meditate,'
and i am the calmest ive ever felt, ready to face my death, and then the elevator finally hits the ground, the glass shatters and we walk out and away.
2 comments:
nice job rikki or should i say jbar. your not the person that i would expect see blogging, but it is cool that you are doing it any way. nice poem.
I like it.
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