losing voice(s in my head)
Friday, July 6, 2007
It's somewhat a drug's music, hallucinations and deafening sounds growing about. Feels like trance, if you put it in a light-array way. All I could possibly do now is lay down and look above, or at least, a little to the left of the screen, window pane, or whatever that's called. Trails of dotted lights flutter like sprinkles of glowing dust, each luminescent on its own, but almost invisible in the little bright lines they make as my eyes move from one to another. Screeches from tearing rain drops and skidding tires, I roll my eyes in utter frustration. Traffic. Following, I am not, I go on my own way, my own path, my own road - my own traffic. And it so happens that it's bad, BAD traffic. Still, awry sounds of tone-deaf voices fill the air, drunkards on hazed minds, burning rubber smelled terrifyingly sweet.
On the other side of the road, it's swift, almost blank without the droning machine sounds, almost lacking without bright lights. Raindrops continue to pour, but they don't scream for more hatred anymore, just a steady, carrying sound of tap tap tap. But a shoe is lost in the middle of it all, and I guess it needed company, not another roadkill experience. And none came so far. Strings of light disappeared from sight, and bars of clay came into view. It looked like bars of clay anyway.
In between my fingers, I crush the little bright lights.
A little bit of envy would go a long way.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:07 PM,
