Short Assignment # 2
Head of Wax
Like clock work, every few weeks I get an itch in my ear. Starts small, nothing troublesome, but it’s there. Toying with my passions, dripping down my soul. Paralyzing, like a steady needle prick, the pain increases. Unreachable to fingertips, I’m forced to endure the strains it puts on my mind. The pains suffocate the vibrations of sounds mundane. Hearing becomes slightly altered, sending only bits and pieces of the world to my psyche. Trying to scrap out each morsel, as hard as I try, the q-tip can’t reach what I’m trying to get out from deep inside. To expel completely would mean I’d lose a portion of my self. The build up is unbearable; I’m praying it all just comes out. Excruciating, sending my soul into utter turmoil. I can’t take it any longer.
Serenity NOW!
Jabbing a pen’s end deep within my ear becomes my sanctuary. Rotating back and forth, pulling in and out. Solid, yellowish brown, smelling of copper and tin- - it’s what has kept all the ideas out! How could such an innocent partial affect my inner thoughts and uncertainties? The wax is gone. For now, it has disappeared. A cycle of unusable, uncreative, unrealistic thoughts jammed up inside. Takes a strong hand and an easy mind to let it all- - go. Time will come again for the cleaning out of Danielle.
Like clock work, every few weeks I get an itch in my ear. Starts small, nothing troublesome, but it’s there. Toying with my passions, dripping down my soul. Paralyzing, like a steady needle prick, the pain increases. Unreachable to fingertips, I’m forced to endure the strains it puts on my mind. The pains suffocate the vibrations of sounds mundane. Hearing becomes slightly altered, sending only bits and pieces of the world to my psyche. Trying to scrap out each morsel, as hard as I try, the q-tip can’t reach what I’m trying to get out from deep inside. To expel completely would mean I’d lose a portion of my self. The build up is unbearable; I’m praying it all just comes out. Excruciating, sending my soul into utter turmoil. I can’t take it any longer.
Serenity NOW!
Jabbing a pen’s end deep within my ear becomes my sanctuary. Rotating back and forth, pulling in and out. Solid, yellowish brown, smelling of copper and tin- - it’s what has kept all the ideas out! How could such an innocent partial affect my inner thoughts and uncertainties? The wax is gone. For now, it has disappeared. A cycle of unusable, uncreative, unrealistic thoughts jammed up inside. Takes a strong hand and an easy mind to let it all- - go. Time will come again for the cleaning out of Danielle.