A flash of lightning, a spark of light and hope, a lingering feeling of tingles.
White light spreading through consciousness, erasing all doubt, fear, hopes,
Doing spring-cleaning on your imagination and tap-dancing on your creativity.
It stops to stir your mind into a stew of mystery meats and lost words while
running ovals around the index of your memories.
Leaving nothing but the mush which we call
a brain.
Where is the excitement?
Racing faster than adrenaline through every muscle, tightening your grip,
leaving sweat on under your eyes and in every crack of your palm.
Your eyes search for something reasonable, but can only digest
COLOR
COLOR
COLOR
COLOR
Colors of flushed faces and crowded bodies, colors of sweat and
anxiety and love.
Where is the expectation?
The hope of a butterfly hatching or the standards of every Mormon girl.
The yellow-gray muck of failure mixed with the navy-blue-brown of
disappointment. Its nothing you thought it would be and everything you
hoped it wouldn't. It finds the space between your heart and those
hairs in your nose that grant you smell and it cuts it into pieces so
you are left with nothing but a nose and cold, wet veins.
You can find it here if you look hard enough, tucked beneath the
lukewarm of my coat pocket, next to the old gum and bobby pins.
It's here, though silent, haunting a silent girl with nothing but reddish
hair and a knack for the unusual. It's friends with the lice and fleas and
likes to pester at one's skin and becomes a tapeworm digging into
the flesh of you.
Where is the cure?
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Sorry for stalking you. It just happened by chance, I promise.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this post. I was going to use it as an example for my current assignment (Space Camp), but I thought that would be weird.
Anyway.
Cheers.
Whoa. Same here. "It just happened by chance." Kinda weird how this worked..
Delete"A flash of lightning, a spark of light and hope, a lingering feeling of tingles.
ReplyDeleteWhite light spreading through consciousness, erasing all doubt, fear, hopes,
Doing spring-cleaning on your imagination and tap-dancing on your creativity."
I CAN"T TAKE IT. This is so SO amazing. Like honestly, where do you come up with such great ideas? I am stealing some of your lines if that is aokay with you.