Shower Hour...
3:40 am
Everything is fine.
Until I take a shower.
Then for some reason...
The power of my thoughts start to make me panic.
You know how people say that their mouths can't keep up with their thoughts? I feel like my brain can't keep up with my thoughts so it sends them into other parts of my body. My head gets light and my heart beats faster, the blood is circulating at rapid pace, my body's senses become a miraculous thing to behold, and then finally I have the sensation of wanting to collapse and explode at the same time.
Why?
Because I forgot something about myself that I just remembered.
It awoke from it's coma.
People say they can see it, hiding behind a glint in my eye and I'm so easy to dismiss it. And at those moments I TRULY can't figure out what they're talking about.
But I found it again.
A darkness.
A sadness.
A hurt.
Soon I will sleep.
When I wake up it will be gone.
Until one day: a random shower at 3 in the morning, a heart-pounding phone call, an unstoppable circumstance, or it's own innate need to rise again... makes it come back...
Someone in the old M&DA building, in a class, perhaps Jane or Leon once said that if we were to live life every second of every day in an artistic state of mind, seeing the world as if view-pointing 24-7, we would drive ourselves insane, we would die.
I believe it. I also believe that if we did that, it would make moments like the one I had, a whole lot less special...
D
Everything is fine.
Until I take a shower.
Then for some reason...
The power of my thoughts start to make me panic.
You know how people say that their mouths can't keep up with their thoughts? I feel like my brain can't keep up with my thoughts so it sends them into other parts of my body. My head gets light and my heart beats faster, the blood is circulating at rapid pace, my body's senses become a miraculous thing to behold, and then finally I have the sensation of wanting to collapse and explode at the same time.
Why?
Because I forgot something about myself that I just remembered.
It awoke from it's coma.
People say they can see it, hiding behind a glint in my eye and I'm so easy to dismiss it. And at those moments I TRULY can't figure out what they're talking about.
But I found it again.
A darkness.
A sadness.
A hurt.
Soon I will sleep.
When I wake up it will be gone.
Until one day: a random shower at 3 in the morning, a heart-pounding phone call, an unstoppable circumstance, or it's own innate need to rise again... makes it come back...
Someone in the old M&DA building, in a class, perhaps Jane or Leon once said that if we were to live life every second of every day in an artistic state of mind, seeing the world as if view-pointing 24-7, we would drive ourselves insane, we would die.
I believe it. I also believe that if we did that, it would make moments like the one I had, a whole lot less special...
D