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hole in the floor.

a hole in the floor in a tin and wood built shed. Climb the ladder to reach the mattresses with the blood stain. Whats the blood stain from? Hold it, I would really prefer not to know. 

To late, you told me anyway.

Damn, Looks like I’m sleeping on the side opposite of that mark. 

A half drank bottle of Jack Daniels with four red cups dispersed along the floor leave a trail of the party that once existed. All possible to the hole in the floor. Climb the latter, but be careful not to fall back down. The state of mind you came into it with will be altered by the time you leave. So relax, just enjoy the night and what it will present.

But was it ever really a party? Or was it just an escape. An escape from the all encompassing nothing which we seem to exist in. That half empty bottle is much like the  half empty part of the soul that is trying to be filled. The empty void longs to have its other half. Much as I longed to capitalize on the situation. I was never a big enough man to understand when I should act and when I should be passive.

a hole in the floor is where a friendship began. It began where the winding trail sewn with tree limbs and wet dirt floor existed. At the end of this trail lied the dock, possessing the open water and a clear night sky.

how I wish you were there with me that night.

The clear night sky was the only limit which I could tell, and time was spent connecting constellations. As well as making our own. 

I’ll name this one ‘Vesuvius’

I’m sure a ‘Vesuvius’ already exists somewhere else, but I’m going to be bold enough to claim it as my own.

Claim it as my own. I think that’s what I might do. Maybe it’ll be the solace on the restless nights. I can look up into the night time darkness to be reminded of a previous time that occurred and be comforted knowing that, at one time, I wasn’t always this lonely.