Vanessa's a few years older then me, but we hanged out sometimes. After some party at a bar, we stepped outside into the back alley for a smoke. We drank our beers, told jokes about people we knew, looked at the stars... Vanessa's been an immigrant for a few years now and she was definitely thinking about it that night because this is what she said:
"I'm tired of this country. Tired of the people, the routine. Tired of it all. Just tired. The stars are black and so is the earth. The 9 to 5 monster is solidifying and we're all being swallowed by it. I'm homesick. I miss home. Not the country where I was born; the monster has swallowed it, as well. I miss my real home, where I was free to roam and play. And I know it's lost in the past, but maybe I can find a new home, somehow merged with the old one. It would be far away. Away from all this shit. Aliens could help me escape, beam me up onto their ship, and take me to that land where I once felt happy. I'm a homesick alien... Shit; I'm too drunk for this crap and the sun's going to be up soon enough. C'mon, lets go back to my place."
Not even 30 and I miss home, too.
"I'm tired of this country. Tired of the people, the routine. Tired of it all. Just tired. The stars are black and so is the earth. The 9 to 5 monster is solidifying and we're all being swallowed by it. I'm homesick. I miss home. Not the country where I was born; the monster has swallowed it, as well. I miss my real home, where I was free to roam and play. And I know it's lost in the past, but maybe I can find a new home, somehow merged with the old one. It would be far away. Away from all this shit. Aliens could help me escape, beam me up onto their ship, and take me to that land where I once felt happy. I'm a homesick alien... Shit; I'm too drunk for this crap and the sun's going to be up soon enough. C'mon, lets go back to my place."
Not even 30 and I miss home, too.
Lovely post!
ReplyDeleteI'm a slave to the 9to5 monster, too :(
Nice one. Love the alien spaceship hehehe
ReplyDeleteElizabeth - Unfortunately, we all are, sooner or later. Unless, of course, our parents are rich or we have a severe mental illness. Even the artists i know have to periodically do commission work which they mostly hate.
ReplyDeleteJay - the truth is out there... but so are the lies.
Mrs. Katie - I doubt she could either. i certainly couldn't. i barely remember that night. This was, however, the feeling i took from it. i just embellish things a bit.
embellish is a wrong term. i prefer enhance.
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