Tuesday, July 22, 2008
from page 2 of the subject's notebook:
"The amorphous clouds in the oriental painting billowed in from behind, bringing along with it a sense of torpid foreboding."
opening
dust-laden eyes
surveying the
familiar surroundings
which
morph unfamiliarly.
the horizontal line
which was once parallel to the steady
ground
tilted.
the bed followed,
then the subject
slid
down the gradient.
in the expected
drama
fashion:
blinking once or twice
to clean
the cornea.
but it wasn't
the eyes.
rolling around
for several moments
did not have to gather the
courage
to sit up.
the typical
dazed sitting,
then a reaching out
towards the knob.
the calves strong
enough to
support the
body mass.
twist, clear,
open.
first morning
sight.
clutching the
armchair
armchair.
then twist, clear,
open.
table.
twist, clear,
open (???).
relieve,
clouds and smoke
roll
in
(but not only from one direction).
grip, quickly,
the door
frame
on the
right, then the
door on the left.
sat,
thud on the
cold, tiles.
one scream,
await.
second scream,
await.
the subject
decides to
crawl
out of the
mess himself.
barely a step,
realised that the opening door would hit
the subject if the subject sat behind it (did she hear me?)
the final attempt --
a third scream which
expelled
all remnant
drafts
in the subject's
lungs.
topped with the replica
"COME!"
sent her rushing inside.
"Did you fall?"
The subject said,
"I sat down slowly,"
with all the pride he could manage.
mused at 10:47 pm
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
where
next?
cliffhanger,
without the
suspense.
mused at 7:11 pm
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
to return to birth-state,
sitting on the floor.
a silent emotional
bath,
as a form of release.
16:47.30 marked the end.
moving off
to the refrigerator
and picking up a heart-shaped sweet.
all this despite the tube
which was previously devoured;
needed it.
then the phone
rang.
the silence in this empty shell was
pierced.
so it was picked up,
a reply to the ring
so silent
only two could hear.
the breaking apart
relieved,
for the issue was placed on
the more
'sensible' or
the 'wiser'.
even without
direct presence,
the enclosure kept
sound-proof.
choosing not to backpaddle,
standing firm yet
utterly destroyed.
the 'cold wall' was
started by me,
but it continued feverishly with no
end in sight
by not
the initiator.
if the weaker species looked upon another
in pain,
why does it not penetrate the wall.
yet again,
it is highly possible that
hatred and self-pity
have ironically desensitised
one from her
own flesh and blood.
"If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a flow of tears can contain a million."
this silence shall persist.
mused at 5:00 pm
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008
when three posts come
together into
this one.
this is the end of this post, or is it?
mused at 10:25 pm
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talking to nobody for
the sake of talking to
somebody.
talking to nobody
and never knowing
who nobody
is.
seeking for something simple
yet
complex,
yet
never bearing to
ask for
it.
always to
minimize
the hassle
for
the somebody;
choose to take
it
upon
myself.
to open
to somebody
who feels not
the hassle or
burden -
nobody.
mused at 6:42 pm
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when just one question can
incise
and
break it open.
maggots won't heal
this one.
mused at 6:25 pm
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liquid product of a process of lacrimation
where exactly do they originate.
"humans are the only animal generally accepted to cry emotional tears."
false.
Basal,
Reflex,
psychic.
mused at 6:14 pm
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