Pandemonium
Life whirls… past you. And you stand by, bracing yourself, looking it go past.
Where are you? It is unfamiliar turf. You do not belong. Yet you want to stay. Reason says you need to run as fast as you can and get the hell out. But this small voice in your stupid head. Which wants you to stay and see how it goes.
You know its going to finally devastate you. It is going to take a serious toll. You wouldn’t be left with anything after this. But yet you remain. Against your will, against reason, against sanity. You remain.
Desperation to belong. Desperation that drives you towards self destruction. You need to think. To count your odds before you take the leap. Before you start getting comfortable…
Switch off the lights. Yes yes yes… switch them off. The mirrors are too scary. You want to think. Think. Think. Think.
The headache. The backache. The ticking clock. The rattling fan. The crickets. The rythm of your breathing… Close your eyes. Go to sleep.
- Neha
Tags: insanity, confusion, pandemonium
shaleen says:
funnily enough i have never felt that way. always thought time’s movement is slow and boring. this feeling must be a thrill i’d say or may be the grass is greener on the other side.
February 1st, 2006 at 04:51 pm