And when I open my eyes I am there. No longer am I seeing the silence which envelopes my entire soul through and through. No longer does one taste the depression weighing down every ounce of my torn and tattered being. No longer will I hear the photographs exclaiming their joy and ultimately their ignorant blissfulness in the world they have retreated to in such haste. No longer can I smell the words vomiting forth from the mouth of a siren. No longer will I feel sights of summer past spent falling helplessly deeper and further into my dreams. I have awoken from such lies, and now I find myself here, lying beside her. Transformed, transfixed, how can this be? The coolness of the sheets absorb the sweat neatly scattered along my legs. Looking up I feel a gentle refreshing breeze caress my flustered cheeks. I squint my tired eyes and peer through the darkness consuming the room; however, I need not a second glance for I know the building in which I rest. The melodic electropop rhythms relax my racing heart as my respirations gradually reduce to resume their normal limits. I am there, that which I have so desperately desired to omit from my conscious perception. Bewildered I abruptly scan my arms in an attempt to see recent scarred tissue. Noticing none but the vintage, curiously I begin to realize exactly where I am in time and space. The rising summer sun becomes visible from behind the soft curtains. The joy which abundantly overflows from the bedsheets we reside, immediately turns cold, for I know the torment yet to be released during the forthcoming months. My mind is running for its life, somehow a signal is shot throughout my nervous system to my core: breathe. I gasp for air and you begin to stir, rolling over onto your sweat drenched side. Our eyes lock, it is in this moment I know beyond any doubt what my course of action shall be...
- by me, josh b
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3 comments:
Excuse me sir: In my opinion, this writ is the best I've read from you ever since I began reading your blog, blog.
Regards; have a pleasant day, please.
Thank you, I appreciate the opinion and the compliment. Personally I believe I could have constructed the majority of the excerpt without using "I", but in the end I feel it generated a personal connection with the writing. To sum up the writing: wishful thinking. Thanks for the comment and reading.
and I believe you used writ in the wrong context, just something I have been processing for the past several days.
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