birthday game
Monday, March 26, 2007
tick
It's turning black again. It's slowing down, to a quick halt. You know those old movie flicks gone wrong? With the browning/blacking/greyish hue, rolling on one of those two-wheel camera thingies? It's those things that flicker every now and then. You remember? Yes, that one. It's like that. It'll keep on flickering into and out of phase, into and out of reality, maybe.
tock
I've gained consciousness and a few realizations over the past years. It's not that I haven't really known them before, maybe I was ignoring them. I'm sort of, well, listening through the door, leaning closely to it, but not exactly opening it to take even the slightest peek. It scares me? I don't know really. It's enough I just hear or feel the slight thumping or rapping on the door.
i wonder: can you see me?
Remembering what I've been thinking about lately, I'm tangled up in a mess of stupidity. See, there's this and that, and that, oh god, THAT, and well, you get it maybe. It's closing, and my eyes close as well. In that fraction of a second I resisted closing my eyes and giving up entirely, I see a slight glimmer, a ray of light if you want. Hand in hand, I slump backwards and release. It's like i'm passing out every minute, running out of breaths, and i'm not even smoking one stick of a cig.
tick
I hate what I think and what I do. I'm a tumbled up, scruffy mold of soft petals, separately, beautiful, in a multitude of colored skin, but mashed together, and it's like a blob of brown goo. Even the nice smell of crysanthemum doesn't go along well with the smell of stargazers. Am I still a flower, or at least, the petals? Not exactly. I'm the experiment gone wrong result of principle and prejudice.
tock
Drop a penny, pick it up, and take another step. It's a repeating cycle. My, am I good at this or what? I'm probably part hamster. Yeah, FTB for the win. Oh and part merman, 'cause I swim a lot. Well not maybe part merman, 'cause I sometimes lose concentration and I actually faint while swimming. I should probably learn to think and swim, 'cause one of these days, it'll help when i'm drowning.
i hear you breathing deeply: i can see you
Two stars drop form the sky like little skyrockets, but instead of firing up the skies and lighting it up, it sprials downwards and diffuses into the horizon, maybe into the depths of the sea. The normally dark sea sparkles with a thousand little diamonds, but for a fleeting second only. I feel the slight tingling running up my spine and into my cheeks. If only in my dreams, then I accept the fatality of it all. Come, collide. And I shall die smiling.
smiled at the sun again @ 6:42 PM,
2 Comments:
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At March 27, 2007 at 5:44 PM,
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one thing about good prose is that even though you did not understand a thing about it, you still feel that it's good, and you'll like it. i like it.
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At March 27, 2007 at 7:32 PM,
sunkissedsmile said...
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you're right. even I don't understand it. XD but i like it. I have to like it, i made it! :P