*The Death of Expression* She was awake for the third time in five years. - “Maybe I am breathing out fire; maybe I am becoming a Dragon. I can fly then, to the moon or beyond Neptune, to the galaxies far and back. I wonder if I could throw flame in the vacuum of space. I need to get up. (Push chair). *Creek* My iron joints need oiling again. I am a giant: huge and extraordinary. I have the whole world in my hands. My skin has a touch of red, no, a blinding red. I am shining in the sunlight. It is unfairly difficult for a creature as big as I am, to squeeze out of this room. I can break open though. I am the O so Powerful, O so marvelous. My wings! Good Lord. My wings glisten bright and prodigious; gorgeous. I take my first futile flight. I am in mid-space in the next. Warm breeze invading my ears, my inner self is warmer, I feel. I am soaring high. No one is watching me, no one is noticing me. I am suspended without a string. Am I defying laws of physics? The eternal light is elating me. Fresh air is filling my lungs. I am respiring for the first time. I am gloriously happy. My cells are leaping, the fluids of my torso are gamboling, and each of my organs is passionately drunk. I am sinking in air. The ether is comfortably drowning me. I am grinning. “Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year”. Pink Floyd echoes in my cochlea. I am reaching the zenith, beyond human reach. My nerves swell, maybe my veins are expanding to plasticity, and they will break then. I am grasping air in my palms. I am consuming myself. I emit fire, my nasal cavity burns. Everyone is suddenly looking at me, tensed. But I am going back home. I am entering my black hole. I am collapsing to nothingness. Maybe I am escaping to coma again. Wow.” It’s 2025 already, we can monitor the thoughts of a patient in coma but we cannot bring them back. Maybe we dont want to. -Swapnashree Pani. #TAWFanarchy
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 09:30:00 +0000
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