Thursday, December 15, 2005
erffa
she would stare through the open window and expect a meteor to streak between those compartmentalized apartments stacked atop one another, and wishing that the cross-processed sky (with rainbow-tinted hues) would lift itself out the photograph and plaster across the wide ceiling- pretending that the gray engulfing of lies, failures, defeats, sadness could be erased into the multi-coloured layers of facades.
she said she could capture lightings, but she didn't know what for. the only thing she knew to be averse of was trivial knowledge, because she became blind during a lullaby, felt a sting when she learnt how to spell ant (AY ANT TEE -ouch.), and endured the torrential visceral trampling in her chest, the alive and raging and powerful eternal wound which meant that she died (and will die) again and again when people said i love you.
she determined her soul, heart and mind to be distinct, for convenience's sake, to justify decisions that would have ripped asunder and diminished lesser people. her simplicity revealed depth. she was an esoteric, wild flower: an impregnable bubble floating across a field of bloodied thorns, indulging in fleeting thrills of near escapes.
but all she wanted to do was wait till evening roused and the apartments blinked into life to welcome her.
she said she could capture lightings, but she didn't know what for. the only thing she knew to be averse of was trivial knowledge, because she became blind during a lullaby, felt a sting when she learnt how to spell ant (AY ANT TEE -ouch.), and endured the torrential visceral trampling in her chest, the alive and raging and powerful eternal wound which meant that she died (and will die) again and again when people said i love you.
she determined her soul, heart and mind to be distinct, for convenience's sake, to justify decisions that would have ripped asunder and diminished lesser people. her simplicity revealed depth. she was an esoteric, wild flower: an impregnable bubble floating across a field of bloodied thorns, indulging in fleeting thrills of near escapes.
but all she wanted to do was wait till evening roused and the apartments blinked into life to welcome her.
