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The light bounces off the walls, and into the whirring of the ceiling fan. The shadows and light pulsate; my breath falls into rhythm. There are only four sounds: the loud humming of the laptop, the swish of the fan, the steely laptop speaker music, and my heavy, slightly erratic breathing. They're important, these details. This is the scene.



Staring into the visual vibration is soothing. It takes me away from the here and now for the briefest moment. No clarity yet, but it's a process. A single drop of saline water runs down from the corner of my eye into my ear, and I just... keep staring.

The more I do this, the more the pulsating light will guide me. The more I lie here, the less I have to face. This is part of the solution and part of the problem.

Within the next two weeks, I will get the help I think I need. I want every bit of sadness extracted.

For now, I'll stay dazed, losing parts of my consciousness to the flickering shadows.

This entry was posted by Soma, on 14.10.07. You can leave your response.