Narcoleptic InsomniacA Chapter by the wretchedam i dreaming or am i awake?
there aren't any cracks in the ceiling to count. there are valleys and plains, and miniature hills like meraingue, but not a single crack. the shadows flicker like the inside of some massive jet engine, fan blades chopping the light into pieces. theres nobody around, but i'm talking out loud. taking minutes in my head of this endless meeting of one. but i don't talk back, and they say THATS when you know you're crazy. so i must not be there yet. my personal chauffer is laughing maniacally and driving into the headlights, so i've got my seatbelt on. now is probably not the best time to tell him i need to use the bathroom. scenery flashes by in snippets and clips, and suddenly i'm staring at the fan again, watching the seconds and shadows lopped into tiny digestable fragments. i can feel heartburn setting in. and there still aren't any cracks in the ceiling. © 2008 the wretched |
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Added on October 22, 2008 Last Updated on October 24, 2008 Authorthe wretchednowareham, MAAboutthe most important thing to know about me is that at any given time, you could be dealing with someone else. I am an artist of multiple facets. Writing is one of many things i do as an art, and certa.. more..Writing
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