[fiction] pinwheels (and E)
365 Gay Sharks
Day 44, Word Count: 386
Theme: February; Voices of the Scorned
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PINWHEELS (AND E)
So. You've got it in your hands, a furious swirl of colors that's reflecting light and pulsating to some indeterminable beat-like you're suddenly in a night club, dark and heavy, the walls pulsating with bass and the light flashing, bouncing off the walls as though they're tangible, with the sensation of time blurring into indistinction and vagueities, and bright lights of the glowsticks like the pinpoints of stars in your vision, distorted like everything seen through the haze of a tiny white pill is-and you've fallen into its completely mesmerizing grasp. Like something conjured out of a dream, something like you imagine the fine foods faeries have to tempt you into eating staying forever never ever ever stopping, only you can't stay falling forever. You can't stay falling forever, because eventually you will land crash splat. Because eventually you will be nothing more than greymatter on a dirty grimy unclean sidewalk. Because eventually the spinning will come to a stop and the swirl of colors will once again become distinct blue red green yellow and your head will once again be clear. Level.
When that happens, what do you have left then? Nothing except what's real. You have nothing left but the children's toy clutched in your hands, finally coming to a stop and thrusting you back into reality like a newborn child into the world. You are unsteady in the world where there are no tangible lights, where time is as it always was, a gangly fawn just born and unsure of how your legs work. And isn't that just the kicker? No matter how deep you want to fall in, no matter how much you want to fall and fall and fall and never stop, you'll come crashing back into the ground of reality eventually. It's okay though, you shouldn't worry too much.
Why? Because if you want to fall again, all you ever need to do is reach out your fingers and turn the wheel once more. You'll be thrust back into that world, the one where everything is distorted and beautiful like something out of fantasies you've only fleetingly dreamed, before you can even blink. Try to hold on longer that time and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to find a way to stay forever.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
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Day 44, Word Count: 386
Theme: February; Voices of the Scorned
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
PINWHEELS (AND E)
So. You've got it in your hands, a furious swirl of colors that's reflecting light and pulsating to some indeterminable beat-like you're suddenly in a night club, dark and heavy, the walls pulsating with bass and the light flashing, bouncing off the walls as though they're tangible, with the sensation of time blurring into indistinction and vagueities, and bright lights of the glowsticks like the pinpoints of stars in your vision, distorted like everything seen through the haze of a tiny white pill is-and you've fallen into its completely mesmerizing grasp. Like something conjured out of a dream, something like you imagine the fine foods faeries have to tempt you into eating staying forever never ever ever stopping, only you can't stay falling forever. You can't stay falling forever, because eventually you will land crash splat. Because eventually you will be nothing more than greymatter on a dirty grimy unclean sidewalk. Because eventually the spinning will come to a stop and the swirl of colors will once again become distinct blue red green yellow and your head will once again be clear. Level.
When that happens, what do you have left then? Nothing except what's real. You have nothing left but the children's toy clutched in your hands, finally coming to a stop and thrusting you back into reality like a newborn child into the world. You are unsteady in the world where there are no tangible lights, where time is as it always was, a gangly fawn just born and unsure of how your legs work. And isn't that just the kicker? No matter how deep you want to fall in, no matter how much you want to fall and fall and fall and never stop, you'll come crashing back into the ground of reality eventually. It's okay though, you shouldn't worry too much.
Why? Because if you want to fall again, all you ever need to do is reach out your fingers and turn the wheel once more. You'll be thrust back into that world, the one where everything is distorted and beautiful like something out of fantasies you've only fleetingly dreamed, before you can even blink. Try to hold on longer that time and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to find a way to stay forever.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
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