Executrix
Lethargy seeping through my veins again, like a dependance or a compulsion. I don't know which way to look at it. I cleaned my room, like a good little boy, and it now resembles a temple. How easily we fall into patterns, how easily we fall prey to revulsions, how easily those atrocities of the mind spin and spin and spin. Blurry blurry blurry. I can only hear my breathing now... what's that white light through half-closed eyelids? Oh just the computer screen.
A life like my dog, my room a bit too warm. On Monday, I return to it again. Musty books hiding a reality I have never forseen, let alone imagined. Purposeful strides, purposeless mind. The chattering of bird-like people, the blur of bright colours. The release of the cold air past the threshold of automatic doors that barely open in time against the stride of my hollow empty footsteps. Chattering and buzzing. Louisa's hauntingly bright eyes, Edward and all the rest their uncanny acceptance, Samantha's robotic algorithms, the hiss swerve and snap of a basket of snakes from my last Princess and her ladies-in-waiting, droning sounds, echoing procedures and routines.
Need, a desperate need for something else, something primal to override all these things I can see. Its expanding, faster and larger to a radius so large I can barely process it all, rather just shut down and display in my empty vacant eyes, system crash.
A life like my dog, my room a bit too warm. On Monday, I return to it again. Musty books hiding a reality I have never forseen, let alone imagined. Purposeful strides, purposeless mind. The chattering of bird-like people, the blur of bright colours. The release of the cold air past the threshold of automatic doors that barely open in time against the stride of my hollow empty footsteps. Chattering and buzzing. Louisa's hauntingly bright eyes, Edward and all the rest their uncanny acceptance, Samantha's robotic algorithms, the hiss swerve and snap of a basket of snakes from my last Princess and her ladies-in-waiting, droning sounds, echoing procedures and routines.
Need, a desperate need for something else, something primal to override all these things I can see. Its expanding, faster and larger to a radius so large I can barely process it all, rather just shut down and display in my empty vacant eyes, system crash.