Sin city
I hear a soft, woozy voice, almost like a lullaby, loaded with a kindness, which makes you want to let go of worry, allows trust.
A ricocheting sound pierces through my brain: a screeching hi pitch tone in a hollow space accompanied by a feeling of being drilled into… the mirror shows me shot-gun splattered with reckless desire.
We head down a stairwell, away from the elevator, an adventure minus the rest of the world. Just us…
The mind wanders: what if spontaneity flunks the audition? What if I can’t capture ‘natural’? What if the ego gets shredded further? There are trips and there are trips…
I light up against doctor’s orders, stare at the darkness and welcome you to me.
posted by goldfluke @ 2:19 PM
9 Comments:
exquisite wordplay ... makes one curious about the games behind it
wow wow wow... i will come back later when i get my breath back...
arre baap re! bhai saheb aap ne toh phatte chakk diye!!!
fantastically written...wish i could write half as well.
cheers.
ps- doing anything against the doctors wishes is highly counter-productive....
what if spontaneity flunks the audition!!!!! I love it. will be using it in future. :>>>
Just curious, can you write this stuff without smoking up?
slice of life uh?
spontaniety flunks the audition. Wow.
Me wonders whether this is a state of mind, a fiction of imagination or more.
Me wonders what finally happened.
Me wonders whether we will hear more about this.
Ephemeral or more? what do you think?
aah the ODE!! am sure the tooth fairy will smile on u tonight.. ;)
oh you just got laid! hahahahah
missing u
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