Friday, 8 January 2010
09:39:18 PM (GMT)
I close my eyes and search for slumber, for safety that is impossible to find in
the real world.
I slip down the slope of sleep and rediscover myself in a endless sea of vibrant
I kick the legs I have dreamt to be my own, violently move my arms to the rush of the
blue. This vibrant world seems to go against me in any way possible.
But suddenly sound waves crash painfully into my ears, and my head is throbbing as
the sound gets louder.
I fight to get away from the ecstatic painful noise. And finally I break through the
blue and find myself peeking into a new world of grey and white.
The sound, its louder? The sound hurts my ears so much I want to go under again and
let the blue violently grab at me again. Atleast that way the sound is muffled. But
it seems that when I look around, to the bare feet that I have dreamt for myself I
see Green. What has happened? Is this green supposed to resemble the green of the
I look up again and see some distorted creature staring back at me. Who is she? Why
is she here? Do I know her?
Its her. You remembered her. Sadly, yes.
I stare at the girl. Suddenly I notice faded birch wood frames the image of the girl.
She copies my every move.
The deafening ringing stops.
[ this poetic piece is supposed to represent a girl who’s only break in life is
sleep. But suddenly she finds herself drowning in her now deafening get away. She
finds a girl. But she doesn’t know who it is. Finally when she discovers its
herself, showing the girl her own selfish ugliness. And the ringing stops.]