• I've always hated slides, you know the ones, those stupid tube slides that trap you when you turn the wrong way. Trapping you inside ruining the ride. Anyway, those stupid things always reminded me of the birth channel. Sliding downward into the light, not really wanting to, but there is something strong pulling you downward. There are people screaming, in one case the woman who will later raise you and take you to the park where the other children are playing, and there you are stuck in the tunnel waiting for the wench to realize that she trapped her child in yet another tunnel.
    Well you finally get yourself out. Your seemingly safe. Your head outside breathing the open air, while your lower half is still chilling in the obis. The screaming continues, your just laying there wondering why you don't have the motivation to move yourself out.
    Then that familiar feeling comes into play. The screams fade, and you start noticing things you've seen before. Reminding you at every angle that life is just one big joke, you've seen this all before. Even better you start seeing things you'll later see. You're pre- destining your life. In a sense feeding your own fire. Hating every moment of it.
    Fortunately or unfortunately something pushes you right out of the tunnel and you land head first onto the ground. First you glare back at the snot nosed brat who pushed you out of the tunnel. Silently contemplating weather to cry or throw sand in the little bastards face. Stupid child wipes his nose and smiles, so blatantly unaware of all of his surroundings. At first you feel piety and a sense of jealousy at the fact that he was to ignorant to understand.
    Inside you wish you could be so blind, that you could be "normal". But the feeling is short lived, soon you go back to being annoyed at the same exact ignorance you encounter everyday.
    So you stand up brush yourself off and move onto the swings. This game of lets pretend I'm a child growing even more old.

    Finally I am able to push my mind back into the present. My flashbacks always as strong as the foreshadows I had had at that exact moment in time. I glanced across the dark parking lot and saw the same images playing before my eyes that I did on that day so many years ago.
    Sighing I started to write words in the sand. Frustrated I quit and slid my body the rest of the way outside of the slide.
    The feeling that my life was nothing but one big foreshadow had become even stronger these last few months.
    I light up one of my last cigarettes and blow the smoke up into the darkening sky. My head spins into another flashback. I shook my head through the unwelcome, yet familiar fog. I couldn't continue living my life like this any longer.