Jun 07, 2006 10:05
When I fell from the sky, I tried to make myself as heavy as possible so that my time of impact would come sooner. I rode the wind and and directed myself to whichever spot of land I wished. When I finally kissed the ground with my body, I thought how surreptitious it was of me to commit such a devious act. Egotistical? No. I re-define adjectives to create nouns. I am the abysmal. I am.
I am now choosing to remove myself from my own reality; from my own existence; from myself. I will now fling myself so high into the air I will smack my head on the atmosphere's ceiling. As I fall, I will do nothing to re-direct myself, and I will transform myself into the lightest feather. Floating gracefully to the ground, I will land wherever the air current takes me.
It's a side of me you've never seen, or perhaps you only refused to look. It's a style of which the clothes have been locked in my clost. It's a dialect in which I never wanted to reveal the accent. It's a nationality where my color of skin does not show it. It's a song at a pitch not even known to man. It's a town the map is too afraid to have coordinates for. It's a sarcastic joke you don't laugh at, because everyone knows sarcasm is just a subtle way of telling someone how much they suck. It's it. It is it. Sorry. You just failed to realize.
I am the abysmal. And if some prissy english teacher ever tells you otherwise, walk out of her classroom and don't look back.