A new ship departs: The Book of 'In Sickness and In Health'
Distortion. The buzz in the background. Undernearth every note, under every decision, lies distortion.
Are these my eyes, or is it someone else talking?
Is it my voice, or is something else seeing?
In sickness and in health, what stays the same? Are the notes the same through the distortion or not? We've proven, at this point, that a little distortion helps. A pinkprick, a longing, a withdrawl, from person or product or faith, is inspiring, is ... powerful.
Has my heart become distorted? My lung? My mind? And slowly I sink. back.
Progress, it seems, is in the eye of the beholder. Will I fall today? Tomorrow? When fear becomes reality, I've recovered. What strikes me down, though, is the unseen.
I'm still haunted. I hope it doesn't happen.
I'm still bless. I hope it does happen.
When I lay down, I discard concious demons, and stir subconcious ones. I wonder if that piece exists anymore, shriveled and distorted as it may be.
Are these my eyes, or is it someone else talking?
Is it my voice, or is something else seeing?
In sickness and in health, what stays the same? Are the notes the same through the distortion or not? We've proven, at this point, that a little distortion helps. A pinkprick, a longing, a withdrawl, from person or product or faith, is inspiring, is ... powerful.
Has my heart become distorted? My lung? My mind? And slowly I sink. back.
Progress, it seems, is in the eye of the beholder. Will I fall today? Tomorrow? When fear becomes reality, I've recovered. What strikes me down, though, is the unseen.
I'm still haunted. I hope it doesn't happen.
I'm still bless. I hope it does happen.
When I lay down, I discard concious demons, and stir subconcious ones. I wonder if that piece exists anymore, shriveled and distorted as it may be.