The sound is heavy, HEAVY, & LACED with solitude, every whisper creeping across the room from one end to another is amplified to the point I cant even let the rattle from slowed down breathing commence into a full throttled breath lest I pump the blood in veins to such a higher extent I might wake up and feel the whole of the rooms noise gobble me like a tornados of doom to be splayed across the echos of the living, the noise traveling to bone and sending a vibration so shrill the marrow shakes apart and can a glob of messed up membrane to caught up in throes of discontent quiver out a wormhole to shred the barrier of such silent solitude to be free of confines to shout out and inhale itself back into amass where bump and wrong placed foot arent sent that fatal? I dont believe it is so, so I sit like a bump on log, all unsteady churning is upheaval, to be renounced, ran from on stealthy tiptoes and danced in mock surrender straight into the floorboards, but each creak isnt played out, deftly monuvered passed and swolled down past a choking throat full of whimpers forsaken to be brought out to bare fruit, tears are HEAVY & LACED with more sorrowful keening then any grain of silence has the right to know, my ocean sea floor bed drown in the knowledge of such keening bereftment. But .......words can tumble down aplenty from no where without ever a syllable being uttered. Esp has displeased me, truths and lies and screams that echo, and all that can be done is slow breathing and living in dreams pit pattering around till I have to wake up and be dead again till slumber opens the door to sound of possibility. Silence and floating, why was I told this was life!? This isnt, this is silence, and extreme that it cracked a soul straight inhalf, shallow breathing, a touch of unfocused eyes, weaving patterns through the trebles and troubles there and not.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 05:16:32 +0000
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