Those three little words...reverberating in my head...again and again and again. They had been whispered for someone else, but i knew they belonged to me too.
Whispers.
Echoes.
They pounded against my skull like the drumbeat from some mystic lore, some myth that had resurfaced. I tried to whisk it away, flapping my hands around my ears; tried to blot it out by sheer will, and by holding my breath, and by closing my eyes, and by surrendering to.. begging for..bad dreams. But i couldnt escape it.
Films flashed before my eyes - entire reels with big block letters that did more than just taunt. Much more.
Take away the little security i had did you?
Whispers.
Echoes.
They pounded against my skull like the drumbeat from some mystic lore, some myth that had resurfaced. I tried to whisk it away, flapping my hands around my ears; tried to blot it out by sheer will, and by holding my breath, and by closing my eyes, and by surrendering to.. begging for..bad dreams. But i couldnt escape it.
Films flashed before my eyes - entire reels with big block letters that did more than just taunt. Much more.
Take away the little security i had did you?
It's like having a part of you taken away to never return. That person owns it now. That tiny little piece of you, squirreled away in some vague scrap of a dream or fluttering of the heart.
ReplyDeleteWhat is the consolation? I guess it would be that this world is far too vast and opportunistic for all your security to be reduced to a single person.
Try "All is full of love" by Bjork.
You actually sound like you know exactly what I was talking about =)
ReplyDeleteThe first para...that sums it up perfectly. Thank you.