Mariana. 17. Texas.

About. Ask. Music.

Merchant Ships - Sleep Patterns

September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley.
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn’t moving or blinking. They hadn’t closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance.
They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman’s body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven.
I didn’t believe a word of it, but I knew it’d be easier for him to understand.
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people.
I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless.
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him.
He doesn’t know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won’t see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don’t know.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
I don’t tell him about the dream I had the night before where I’m riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I’ve never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree.
I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured.
I bleed to death in excruciating pain.
I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die.

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

1,166 notes - 22 October, 2012

Source - brohoski

Tagged: music merchant ships sleep patterns this song uhh <3_____<3

  1. badosmium reblogged this from mycalltoarmus
  2. mycalltoarmus reblogged this from woke-up-0lder
  3. woke-up-0lder reblogged this from lifes-so-boring
  4. tinycub reblogged this from wutttevs
  5. orangeridesanddynamite reblogged this from knee-say
  6. knee-say reblogged this from wutttevs
  7. h-0-p-p-i-n-e-s-s reblogged this from wutttevs
  8. treebarq reblogged this from wutttevs
  9. cold-bonesx reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  10. shakyxgraves reblogged this from unic0rnzstar
  11. consider-this-global-abortion reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  12. bandsfoodkittehs reblogged this from deaddreamsanddebaucheryscenes
  13. kalciferthefiredemon reblogged this from modernbutthole
  14. unic0rnzstar reblogged this from modernbutthole
  15. modernbutthole reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  16. jossslynnn reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  17. im-hollow reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  18. drakethewrapper reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  19. chy-ron reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  20. state-champions reblogged this from codename-orangekids
  21. codename-orangekids reblogged this from deaddreamsanddebaucheryscenes
  22. deaddreamsanddebaucheryscenes reblogged this from wutttevs
  23. ayaanamirei reblogged this from wutttevs
  24. please-stay-and-never-leave reblogged this from wearejust-misguided--ghosts
  25. wearejust-misguided--ghosts reblogged this from wutttevs
  26. hippiegarcia reblogged this from wutttevs
  27. -standtofight reblogged this from wutttevs