I've been suffering from a sore throat lately. And yesterday the axe swung with such alacrity, that it cut of the power switch that led to my vocal cords. Yeah.Now I struggle with the whisper that I can thankfully utter, and it almost makes it to the attentive listener's ears..and is often met with "how did u get this way?"..what did you eat?? Well. I don't know. I don't keep tabs on what I'm eating. I'm the quintessential ape woman. I hungry, I eat. But I guess, this sore throat has taken his toll. I better get better, by Monday. I've been playing the same old songs lately, Postal service, and Elvis, and Kelly Clarksons..blah..Sheesh. It's a brilliant weather out there to go trek. Hmm.
Sometimes, when I'm listening to music, I just get there, wherever I want to be. Complacent, and free. Like a nursery rhyme in my head again. And I feel like I am over the clouds, diving in and out as a quiet child takes my finger, and we go frolicking over the rainbow. Sometimes, it's only a dream. But then sometimes, it's the rigidity of people that crashes these dreams. The pretense. The fake. The entire lie. The brutal being. The inconsiderate evil that sometimes lurks outside the sweetest individuals. Sometimes, you want to escape it all. Sometimes, you wish it was different. It's like you're in a fracture, but you'd break away the sutures, to touch something you desperately long, you yearningly love.Sometimes, your words travel the seas, you talk to the world...the people of the world are your friends. They know you, loving you.and suddenly in that one instant , on your way back home, when the phone isn't ringing. You quietly tread the ground, and you're singularly your company. Your thoughts, quiet and bustling. You want to scream. You want to run asunder. You want to grab the first star in the sky you lay your hands on, and take a flight to the universe...only to have a chat with God.
It's your appointment. You better not be late. ;)
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