Dec 01 2008
Today
In the quiet darkness I wait for sound. For whispers, for words. The darkness confuses me, I am without orientation, senses or reality, as the world clamors beyond my sanctuary. It feels just at the end of my fingertips, and I trace the blackness around me.
My hands slip over the fabric of the world, sliding over smooth, even places. These are happy times, memories preserved behind glass that has become dirtied. I pass over them, searching for the real, skipping over the textured linen and reading the snares, the pulls - the tatters.
Searching, sliding, cascading across the surface, frantic fingers search for the key. Scrabbling over the patchwork life until they stop, fingering the edges of a torn reality. I contemplate. In the quiet darkness I keep one thumb posed over the pulse of the beyond. And without decision, I pull.
As the strands let go, straining against my pressure, beams of light curl over the edges. Slivers of real, whispered sounds straining, ripping - my silence ruptured. Peering, squinting - fighting the brightness of that around me, clanking and tinkling at first - growing louder and thicker until it is roaring over the tears and blowing the threads around me.
Punctured.
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Most mornings I wake slowly, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings, sometimes wondering where the hell I am…
Your words remind me of that process - I read then reread to search for the meaning…Or to make sure I understood….and I wonder how/where you find these words…
By the third reading I am erect, ready to marvel at the meanings, ready to run the scene through my brain one last time. Then I smile with pleasure at the release you provide…much like a lover quickly finished….my brains creative and logical sides completely aroused…
And I am ready to return to the mundane life of the boring Internet and Craftastrophe…sorry, couldn’t resist….