hell's next satan
Sunday, August 19, 2007
You could say that I'm still swimming in different thoughts. I could feel the inconsistencies just rippling away from the vibrations triggered in my body. It's something automatic, probably.The bubbles I make as I try to breathe rise slowly to the brink of this body of murky thoughts. Maybe, above, just beyond the glistening horizon, they'd make sounds, emotions even. I stare blankly upwards, just laying down, and I see watermarks of words just crashing against each other, and some, trashing against the solitude of the bedrock somewhere over there. I suddenly become aware of the steady thumping in my ears; I wanted those to stop, it annoyed me to no end. Sadly, everything breaks my train of peaceful (blank, more likely) thinking. But then, my peace is thoughts of you, apparently, and I grimace wistfully at that.
Why can't you give me a much clearer picture? This one's too static-y. I can't even see what we're doing here, I'm not even sure if that's you or that's me. Wait, that's not me, but that's definitely you. Ah, I'm plummeting again into this shallow grave of mindlessness. I'll lie down now, I want to feel the beach turn white against my back. It's a beautiful night, mind you.
There's this place called 'my secret place', and you can't get in it. 'Cause it's MY secret place. I won't tell you much about it, but it's not a good place to be stuck in. There's a lot of things going on in there, and everytime I try to find my sanity there, there's always this steady thumping sound. I tried to set the place on fire, but the burnt remains just peeled off like wallpaper, and turned into dust. And then, there it is again, the whole thing's there again. Then, I always see words moving about it, and when one's too small to read, another one pops into view, much bigger than the rest. My secret place is fucking awesome. No, you can't go in! It's mine. Not really. But thoughts of you keep it alive. I'll just sink into a corner now, and listen to crazy mumblings.
After all, I'm still drawing, and acting my line in the story. And it never seems to end.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:33 PM,
