I can’t sleep, I’m exhausted, can I tell you something? Not too deep, just for a moment, it can be anything. It’s not important to you, and for me it doesn’t matter. Words are elusive, and so is music. Do you know what terror is? Pure terror. The kind you could bottle up, water down, and re-market. That dark corner room with the rabid child in it. The color was blue. The color was violet.
I have got an idea.
Senseless writing makes me sleepy. Goal.
I forgot about the people I knew, and the places I’ve been. I forgot how to get home, and who was there. I forgot everything when I closed my eyes. There was something memorable about it, but nothing significant. I felt as if I could hear my voice, but apparently I wasn’t speaking. All of my nerves were moving at once in time with each note, as they blared out of the speakers. Ratatat plays chords as if they were attached to your heart. There is no explaining it. I can tell you about every color in the spectrum, especially the warmer colors. The tint of the Florida heat. Humidity and beat of the broken fan. There was a tack in my tongue, and an emptiness in my legs. The bout of AWLS came over me fast and my head grew four times too big for my body. I grabbed it and ran my fingers through my hair, containing all of my thoughts as they spilled out onto the bed. Time moves too quickly, yet we’re always waiting. I can’t imagine waiting any longer.
We often ask questions that we already know the answer to. Just for the benefit of hearing the answer is what we already knew.