Photo Story Sephenn: My Old Room

The old room, about to be abandoned for something new and adventurous.

Many firsts in this room, many firsts.

Part Tree-Siks

I’m wearing a suit with an orange tie. My head is shaven and my eyes are filled with hopeful contemplation. I think of warming myself by a fire, the landscape outside caked with snow. I should be chasing my Indian rabbit, but he outsmarted me, chained me to a tree and took a plane to Miami. The leaves are falling on my head and somewhere in the back of my head I keep thinking someone’s laughing.
I hear the ticking of the clock, but it’s always a quarter to nine.

There ain't no-one gonna listen if you haven't made a sound
You’re an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard

I’ll give it one more chance. No, no more chances. Maybe just one more, and then I’ll pick up the dignity I still have left and leave.
I take a pear-shaped diamond out of my pocket, lick it, and swallow it.
One more chance, and then I can move on.

I find the map and draw a straight line over rivers, farms and state lines
The distance from a to where you’d b, it’s only finger lenghts that I see

The virgin has bitten me, and I can’t stop the blood from flowing.