*Cosmic Mist*
Bluelighter
It's not until you're running down the street screaming outloud that you realise something is wrong, and perhaps that something that is wrong, is nothing more than the fact that nothing is wrong...
...or is it that everything makes too much sense?
Perhaps it's just that nothing makes sense, and even though you are surrounded by people, you are still alone.
It's kind of funny the way things work out in the end. Me? Personally? Well i've been walking around with this horrible taste in my mouth for the last week and a half... i can't seem to figure it all out. There seems to be no cure... and all you people can do is look me up and down, and offer me one line solutions...
...but what if life is more complex than that? What if my problem does not spout from one isolated incident? What if it is not even a matter of it being many incidents? What if my problem is that i have too many things that i must deal with, and i cannot bare to do it alone?
Then again, what if my problem is that i have no problem? What then? Who do i turn to? Surely you do not understand me - you're too busy in your high-flying corporate/family/chemical dream world to even notice that i am splitting down the middle...
Sometimes i am walking down the street, and i think that i can hear someone calling my name, so i stop, i turn, i look around... There's no one there - just the black, empty streets of my suburban nightmare. So i keep walking, and somewhere, in the pit of my mind, i can hear a faint noise. It sounds like someone screaming. I've been walking around this park for hours, surely i'd have seen someone else if they were hear too? And besides, who goes to a childrens park alone at 2am - besides me?
I search in vain for the source of the screaming, but when i find no satisfactory answer, i decide to make my way home, and to warm my body from the winter chills, i run. The faster i run, the louder the screaming noise becomes. I feel as though it's following me, i cannot escape it, it is everywhere, consuming me, and i can no longer breathe...
In the morning i awake slowly and make my way down to the letter box to fetch the sunday paper. Whilst out side, i stop to chat to my next-door neighbour. With all the small chat about weather out of the way , he turns to me and quite seriously asks me if i'm alright.
"Just Fine" I reply, "Why?"
"Oh, no real reason," he responds, "Just that i saw you running up our street last night - you were screaming..."
But this all makes too much sense to me now... sometimes it's not until you're running down the street screaming outloud that you realise something is wrong...
...or is it that everything makes too much sense?
Perhaps it's just that nothing makes sense, and even though you are surrounded by people, you are still alone.
It's kind of funny the way things work out in the end. Me? Personally? Well i've been walking around with this horrible taste in my mouth for the last week and a half... i can't seem to figure it all out. There seems to be no cure... and all you people can do is look me up and down, and offer me one line solutions...
...but what if life is more complex than that? What if my problem does not spout from one isolated incident? What if it is not even a matter of it being many incidents? What if my problem is that i have too many things that i must deal with, and i cannot bare to do it alone?
Then again, what if my problem is that i have no problem? What then? Who do i turn to? Surely you do not understand me - you're too busy in your high-flying corporate/family/chemical dream world to even notice that i am splitting down the middle...
Sometimes i am walking down the street, and i think that i can hear someone calling my name, so i stop, i turn, i look around... There's no one there - just the black, empty streets of my suburban nightmare. So i keep walking, and somewhere, in the pit of my mind, i can hear a faint noise. It sounds like someone screaming. I've been walking around this park for hours, surely i'd have seen someone else if they were hear too? And besides, who goes to a childrens park alone at 2am - besides me?
I search in vain for the source of the screaming, but when i find no satisfactory answer, i decide to make my way home, and to warm my body from the winter chills, i run. The faster i run, the louder the screaming noise becomes. I feel as though it's following me, i cannot escape it, it is everywhere, consuming me, and i can no longer breathe...
In the morning i awake slowly and make my way down to the letter box to fetch the sunday paper. Whilst out side, i stop to chat to my next-door neighbour. With all the small chat about weather out of the way , he turns to me and quite seriously asks me if i'm alright.
"Just Fine" I reply, "Why?"
"Oh, no real reason," he responds, "Just that i saw you running up our street last night - you were screaming..."
But this all makes too much sense to me now... sometimes it's not until you're running down the street screaming outloud that you realise something is wrong...
