Star-Crossed in Parallel Lines

When I'm gone ( Imaginaries #7 )

I always catch myself imagining

Maybe before a fight worsens

Or I'm frustrated

That I'm an adult

In my apartment

Drinking my 8th bottle of beer

With adrenaline beating the shit out of me

Sitting next to the wall

Bottles scattered throughout the floor

Then, I get up

I run out

And find a place

Where I can release everything

Those places where you can throw anything fragile and let your stress out

And just scream

I imagine myself throwing pieces of plates and glass rapidly towards a wall

Bellowing profanity and all types of messed up shit in my life

And by the end of it all I drop to the ground

Breathing heavily and

I pass out