Random: Eternal Night
In category This Is Where I Pretend I Can Write! on 01 May 2006 @ 11:31 am
This is the yucky unedited version. The yummy version is on Piyo. Need to find a way to get it over here. March 10th, MMIV
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It's dark. Warm. Like the womb. Only not. Everything's still and quiet aside from the low hum of. . .something. I am not overly aware of it. My mother is asleep. I can faintly hear the television. It's all background. Like sound coming through padded walls. I want to paint my life blue and green. Calmness and serenity. Solitude and peacefulness. Nature.
A noise. Sound. My mother? Awake? Panic. I don't want it to end. I don't want this sense of endless nothingness to end. Ears pricked. Do I? Yes. (smile) She is asleep. She snores. Somehow our breathing is in sync. Something from the womb? A biological connection?
Still warm. The light from the computer screen is converted into heat energy, hits my face and warms my body. I am still cold.
I want to go. I want to leave. Climb out this window and leave my life behind. As if she's heard me her snoring has stopped. I relax my hands in her lap, waiting for her to regain it, hoping she doesn't decide to potty party. Breathing regained.
I yawn. A warm coma calls me. To sleep is to cross the canyons of death. To sleep is good, better yet is to die but to never have been born! Ah! That is the best of all. The best of all. The best of all. The best.
I don't want to go anywhere. I just want this eternal night. The electricity. Bright white, pure light, perfect. This electricity. It burns and flows through my veins. Cracks, fizzles, pops. My eyes grow moony, wide. You can see the earth orbit the sun in them. You can see the fire from the sun blaze in my eyes. A feverish intensity that burns my mind out. Hot. Lava-like blood pours from me, drops to the floor, eats away, lands on someones plate. Hot sauce on fish. Tasty.
I don't want to go anywhere. Just this eternal night. Just this womb. This conscious coma. Just this eternal night. Eternal Night.
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It's dark. Warm. Like the womb. Only not. Everything's still and quiet aside from the low hum of. . .something. I am not overly aware of it. My mother is asleep. I can faintly hear the television. It's all background. Like sound coming through padded walls. I want to paint my life blue and green. Calmness and serenity. Solitude and peacefulness. Nature.
A noise. Sound. My mother? Awake? Panic. I don't want it to end. I don't want this sense of endless nothingness to end. Ears pricked. Do I? Yes. (smile) She is asleep. She snores. Somehow our breathing is in sync. Something from the womb? A biological connection?
Still warm. The light from the computer screen is converted into heat energy, hits my face and warms my body. I am still cold.
I want to go. I want to leave. Climb out this window and leave my life behind. As if she's heard me her snoring has stopped. I relax my hands in her lap, waiting for her to regain it, hoping she doesn't decide to potty party. Breathing regained.
I yawn. A warm coma calls me. To sleep is to cross the canyons of death. To sleep is good, better yet is to die but to never have been born! Ah! That is the best of all. The best of all. The best of all. The best.
I don't want to go anywhere. I just want this eternal night. The electricity. Bright white, pure light, perfect. This electricity. It burns and flows through my veins. Cracks, fizzles, pops. My eyes grow moony, wide. You can see the earth orbit the sun in them. You can see the fire from the sun blaze in my eyes. A feverish intensity that burns my mind out. Hot. Lava-like blood pours from me, drops to the floor, eats away, lands on someones plate. Hot sauce on fish. Tasty.
I don't want to go anywhere. Just this eternal night. Just this womb. This conscious coma. Just this eternal night. Eternal Night.
