"'Truth is strange," you know, "stranger than fiction' - besides being more to the point" - Edgar Allan Poe

March 27, 2007

FiveMinutesAlone

[since I've not been writing, and probably won't for a while, here's a post from my previous LJ]

Everybody leaves. Suddenly the whole room seems colder, and the walls emptier than a prostitute's soul. It takes a few seconds to get used to the rapid change of mode, from 'nice chap' to 'nobody'. I feel every fiber of cloth rubbing against my skin, asking me to lose myself to the essence of pure touch, skin vs thread. The phone buzzes in my pocket silently, but I'm too much into the sanctity of self-imposed peace to bother about that. That's right, it feels great to be by myself, falling deeper and deeper into the vicissitudes of a soul that's been corrupted by the world for too long.

A light flashes slowly across the night sky, and the oil refinery skyline seem to be talking to me today. In words I cannot describe, they scream out " ". It's a personal emotion that gives me joy, oh dear lord, what joy! My dear friend the wall lizard takes his own solitary walk across the cupboard, aiming for the poor insect stuck in the corner. Ah, evolution and the food chain.

In my mind, I see my reality. It's a big ugly fish that swallows all the tiny fishes, effortlessly and without mercy. I'm one of those tiny fishes. I truly believe that I'm enveloped by hate, pain, suffering and a multitude of opinions that try to change me, my thought, the way I lead my life. Oh, for one moment of unadulterated thought, where my mind would wander the world as it pleases, away from the artificial metallic air that poisons it. What must I do?

I close my eyes, and flashes of light streak across the mental horizon, with no room for untruths. The patterns they form remind me of the cosmic dance that the stars above perform all by themselves, heeding not the human wants that rule us, nor the needs that define us. Like globules of heaven, the dance continues. On and on...


"Dude, pass the joint."

Huh? Back to the real world. Dammit. Just when I was starting to enjoy myself.

5 Comments:

Gutterflower said...

Sexy blog.
And ya bash.org rules =)

Saturday Night Takeout said...

Thank you, I aim to please :)

The Darkling Thrush said...

thoo. rascal.
stop recycling.

go write.

MissUndaztood said...

why aren't you writing no more??

*disappointed

Saturday Night Takeout said...

:( just really busy. big shit happening. will post soon, promise, both of you.