Can't breathe...(open)

[tsuya]

kankuro
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I'm not in love
This is not your song
I'm not gonna waste these words
About a girl.

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So. Dew. Dew. I love dew. Really, this is just a monologue. Well, kind of. Like, a stage speech? I'm naming my artwork. Giving it a title. Dew. Because that is all that is fucking here. Dew. Well, dewy grass. Dewy air. Dewy leaves. Dewy dirt. Dewy tree trunks. Dewy. Is that even a word? I don't know. I don't really want to know, either. I'm not big on 'formalities' because I'm just better than everyone. Really. Psh. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention-dewy sunlight. REALLY? I'm so fucking tired of DEW. Its giving me a cold, goddamnit. I hate dew. Its not even MOUNTAIN Dew- I had that once, jacked a can off of a pick nick table here in the dog park- though who would want to eat in a dog park-besides a dog, of course- is news to me. Really.

Yes, really. The sun is rising over the winter day, its yellow tendrils reaching like clematis leaves through the sky, like a big baby-blue trellis, is finally light. The last star has winked its goodbyes. The dew drops are creating little airbourne rainbows, and the light from the morning sun is making the grass shine yellow. The pavement that runs through the dog park is cold, and wet, with dew. Dying, browning, or nonexsistant leaves rattle in the early morning wind. I can smell snow. Closing my eyes, I roll over. I miss New Mexico. I don't know why I migrated north, its horrid up here. Snow, can you believe it? SNOW. I mean, I've seen the stuff before, but the humans actually LIKE the stuff. Really. Its, also, news to me- just because I am better than everyone doesn't mean I know everything, which is quite contrary to pupilar belief.

The clematisy-tendril-finger-stems of the sun start to weasel their way in between the tiny space my eyelids leave, start to force my eyes open, to meet the day. Fuck. I thought to myself. I want to go back to sleep. So boring here. Nothing to herd, nothing to chase, or even to bark at without being kicked. Nothing to quell the insationable hunger that my natural instinct leaves me. So I figure if I can ignore the day and sleep through it, the instinct might go away- its a sight instinct. But I cannot sleep forever. And the dew from the night air has made the grass wet, and the fur on my stomach wet. Sighing, I admit defeat. I won't be getting anymore sleep today.

Damn it. I think. Damn it all to hell. Unlike the others dogs with jingling tags and ringing voices calling after them, I do not go home at the end of the day. I blend in during it, when all the dogs believe I am the other humans master, and when all the humans think I am the other masters dog. But at the end of the day, I always come back to this tree, and sleep here. Its a horrid place for one like me to sleep, a dog park. The smells, of other males, leave shadows and echos in my brain. But the dew dilutes all the scents. The one good thing the dew can do. Haha.

Really. I hate my life. I thought, slowly getting to my paws, numb from a night of inactivity. The cold, winter air had made my muscles lock up, so I stretched, and yawned. Really. I thought, figuring I oughta go get some food.

Really.

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To be loved, to be loved
What more could you ask for?
To be loved, to be loved, everyone
Wants to be loved.

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breaths; 78o
muse; 7/1o
for; open
mind demon; Kankuro
theme music; About a Girl by The Acadamy Is...
epilogue; REALLY

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