☸ I went crazy again today
BARREN
[ That word just sits there for a moment as if that is the sum and substance of the post. Of course, it's not. Eventually more ink follows, am emotional slant emphasized by small holes where the nib of Qĭ's pen pokes small holes in the paper.
Her writing doesn't have the rushed sense of fear however. ]
We are barren, stripped of memory and regard. There are things that function forms of society necessary for emotional counterbalance that are ignored, hardwired and rewritten the hints in the back of the mind the subconscious screams out that somethings gone horribly wrong. Barren. No children born, no grandparents buried. No burials at all, no bodies remain to inter into the ground that would sooner swallow us WHOLE than allow us the things natural progression.
We are barren and living in a bubble.
In this bubble we spend countless lives chasing after the one we've lost, ignoring the present being led. You cannot recall a billion seconds of a life forgotten in less than thirty-minute pills! Placebos, that's all they are, bandages applied to hearts that have long stopped bleeding. What is the point? Chasing after things forgotten in a new place, does context matter that much.
We are who we are and we know what we know.
I know, now, that there will never be a funeral. Never not ever not another one. Had one and it ATE IT.
I still smell like dead fish.
[ That word just sits there for a moment as if that is the sum and substance of the post. Of course, it's not. Eventually more ink follows, am emotional slant emphasized by small holes where the nib of Qĭ's pen pokes small holes in the paper.
Her writing doesn't have the rushed sense of fear however. ]
We are barren, stripped of memory and regard. There are things that function forms of society necessary for emotional counterbalance that are ignored, hardwired and rewritten the hints in the back of the mind the subconscious screams out that somethings gone horribly wrong. Barren. No children born, no grandparents buried. No burials at all, no bodies remain to inter into the ground that would sooner swallow us WHOLE than allow us the things natural progression.
We are barren and living in a bubble.
In this bubble we spend countless lives chasing after the one we've lost, ignoring the present being led. You cannot recall a billion seconds of a life forgotten in less than thirty-minute pills! Placebos, that's all they are, bandages applied to hearts that have long stopped bleeding. What is the point? Chasing after things forgotten in a new place, does context matter that much.
We are who we are and we know what we know.
I know, now, that there will never be a funeral. Never not ever not another one. Had one and it ATE IT.
I still smell like dead fish.