Tripping on DXMA Story by SophiaKathleenI was tripping on DXM when I wrote this.I feel high up, like nothing can touch me. And it’s the solid way of riding the world. But I just feel like a series of bricks, lining the fourteenth floor of some building far from this place. I am the foundation from which someone would jump. And they would fly, if only for the briefest of moments. Though of course I think that’s what no one ever fully understands. Death isn’t just the dying, it’s that flying too. You are dead before you ever hit the ground. Death is elation and sedation. Ultimate sedation.
But in these breathing bricks I watch the night transpire. And all the halls look the same and all the windows are painted on the same. And everything is just so. Except for the things that are just slightly off, enough to be real, enough to breathe like night and life and blink their eyes back at me and wish me hope that I’ll never have. In time I’ll disappoint these layed life lines again, but for now in the darkness of my own room and own head I’ll let them comfort me and lull me into sedation. Elation won’t come tonight. Elation’s a far away thought. But the breath of the bricks and its trusting blinking eyes promise me more time and things to come and more effort and more that can be done. And tonight I’ll trust it. Tonight I’ll love like no other, and build my bricks on the fourteenth floor, and rest my head on the drying cement, and commit to do better tomorrow. Tonight I’ll be high up, and nothing will touch me. © 2014 SophiaKathleen |
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Added on December 5, 2013 Last Updated on January 17, 2014 AuthorSophiaKathleenManalapan, NJAboutI'm an archaeologist in the making, with far too many opinions, and far too little free time. I've written my whole life, and dictated stories to my parents before I could write them myself. My mind i.. more..Writing
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