Harmony Hofmann | LSD (lysergicworship) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-08 00:31:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | classic rock, lsd |
Who: Classic Rock & LSD
What: Long Time No See
Where: Inwood Hill Park
When: Early afternoon?
Warnings: TBD
He was still new and shaky like a newborn something, disoriented from the place he'd been and the reality he'd come to. Shrooms - warm and beautiful, connected and strong, wonderful Shrooms - had helped. He'd gone along to the Nook and had stuck his nose curiously into everything and was pondering picking up a paintbrush again for the first time in what felt like decades when he felt something else, somewhere.
He still hadn't faced the destruction that was Mari changing their relationship and had developed a kind of selective sensing to the whole thing. Still, he felt the black, felt the dark... felt the tar, again, making his skin crawl and burn and... something. He pulled his knees up and held them to his chest, like that would do ANYTHING to make it go away, and eventually climbed out of the window, scramble-shimmied down to the ground and then walked off like he wasn't sure where he was going... which was wholly true.
After a few minutes outside he'd forgotten why he'd left the Nook, just knew that he didn't want to go back, but he couldn't find his way back to the hotel. Hopelessly lost, he wandered through New York, searching out places that looked nice and following the trail of users, most of which were uni students enjoying a few trips for the summer. He ended up in a park with a view of some sort of river, water, something, something that rose up and flowed through and around him anyway like a gorgeous ribbon and he giggled, spun and fell to the ground rather heavily. He didn't seem to mind the impact though, lying on his back on the grass and looking up at the sky, and the clouds fractured and splintered into distorted rainbows above him.
He turned onto his stomach and pillowed his hands in his arms, nose in the grass and suddenly tucked his head down crying, the sadness of Bill's death coming abck to him in a wave, the tragedy of Jerry's loss looming before him. He whimpered alone for a bit, sniffling more than sobbing and breathing in the smell of the ground.