She strutted into the room with a confidence and smile that only people of the roaming variety find utterly inescapable. My boredom levels had reached new lows, and even the pleasure of masturbation had reached a dreary end several days ago in the dark, rank room i called home. So the twinkle in her eye that hinted at unwitting fear yet a strange fondness for what she saw took me to a sordid place that scared even myself. I lit a cigarette.
The distinct lack of self-preservation and a motivation to escape reality led me to a place that only a few know. I ended up viciously savaging her against the wall in the room, as her own morbidly innocent soul watched on.
As we lay under the umbrella of release, the rain showers of shame and regret began to pepper down harder and harder, threatening to break through the thin veil we had created over ourselves in those moments of passion. As she asked my name, a lingering urge to run suddenly to became hard to ignore. And so i did just that.... ,
Running came naturally to me, as im always on a vector to escape. Not in any drug sense where im looking to move on from reality for a while, but in that there is the generic nomad in my heart looking to move back into the permanent chase of something i didnt know i was looking for. Woman were a distraction through time and usually for money spent, all for the greater cause of keeping me lucidly sane in this sickeningly sordid world we live in post-2000 AD: The great millennium of our lord, as any religious zealot may hint at.
