#26 There Are Feelings In The Air//A Poetic Incursion
For me, it's a meandering course of vibes. A dose of trepidation, a jab of enervation.
I seemed to have stopped time. Or so I thought.
Well that's because...
My watch has stopped.
I don't know when that happened. but it stopped exactly at 12 sharp. AM or PM I don't know. All it says is 12.00 & 43 seconds.
And that episode amused me so much I kept hallucinating I was in the middle of a crowd and suddenly everything stopped.
It's most probably my brain that has stopped. Oh boy, the weeks have been hard on my grey matter. Seems my hair's greying even. Or not, again I don't know.
****
I walked in. Silence. Bound by the fifth dimension. It isn't the absence of it, but sound, I guess isn't audible in the span of a moment.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
On good days, I'd pass it by without giving it a thought. This was definitely not a good day, I think. I tried to breathe. Seems like systemic movements freeze in frame as well. Then I stopped, straining my ears for a heart-beat. Who was I kidding; I already said it was silence all around.
The purity of whiteness all around.
Purer than bleach ever could. Purer than the purest white on earth. So white that I can't explain it. Just, well, you know, white. Up till this point I hadn't gone as far to think of the consequence had it all only been my brain. Emptiness.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
No, I don't think so. Flashback to when I "walked in." I hallucinated the sound of my footsteps upon cold hard parquet. "Clop, clop," or whatever you call it. The echoes seem to reverberate into the deepest recess of my... belly?!
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
And people these days kill themselves to kill themselves. I mean in the area of calories, carbs and those ohsoyummy fats. FATS. I checked my sides and shrugged. Haven't got enough of them. I recall fitting into the (3 inch?) grill of my door and whimper. Hey, I want to be fat okay. It's a privilege.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
"Your tall."
"Hey, you are tall for your age!"
Yeah right, I'm the shortest son in my family. How's that for tall. Even my younger brother's a clear 1 cm taller than me. People say," The sky's the limit."
I say take to the sky and set your sights on the stars. And that's no dream; it's a lifestyle.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
Master of Time? No thanks, I'd rather be a servant of Jesus.
I seemed to have stopped time. Or so I thought.
Well that's because...
My watch has stopped.
I don't know when that happened. but it stopped exactly at 12 sharp. AM or PM I don't know. All it says is 12.00 & 43 seconds.
And that episode amused me so much I kept hallucinating I was in the middle of a crowd and suddenly everything stopped.
It's most probably my brain that has stopped. Oh boy, the weeks have been hard on my grey matter. Seems my hair's greying even. Or not, again I don't know.
****
I walked in. Silence. Bound by the fifth dimension. It isn't the absence of it, but sound, I guess isn't audible in the span of a moment.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
On good days, I'd pass it by without giving it a thought. This was definitely not a good day, I think. I tried to breathe. Seems like systemic movements freeze in frame as well. Then I stopped, straining my ears for a heart-beat. Who was I kidding; I already said it was silence all around.
The purity of whiteness all around.
Purer than bleach ever could. Purer than the purest white on earth. So white that I can't explain it. Just, well, you know, white. Up till this point I hadn't gone as far to think of the consequence had it all only been my brain. Emptiness.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
No, I don't think so. Flashback to when I "walked in." I hallucinated the sound of my footsteps upon cold hard parquet. "Clop, clop," or whatever you call it. The echoes seem to reverberate into the deepest recess of my... belly?!
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
And people these days kill themselves to kill themselves. I mean in the area of calories, carbs and those ohsoyummy fats. FATS. I checked my sides and shrugged. Haven't got enough of them. I recall fitting into the (3 inch?) grill of my door and whimper. Hey, I want to be fat okay. It's a privilege.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
"Your tall."
"Hey, you are tall for your age!"
Yeah right, I'm the shortest son in my family. How's that for tall. Even my younger brother's a clear 1 cm taller than me. People say," The sky's the limit."
I say take to the sky and set your sights on the stars. And that's no dream; it's a lifestyle.
Height, Width, Depth, Space, Time.
Master of Time? No thanks, I'd rather be a servant of Jesus.
posted by Windez at 10:21 AM
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