A twist of the lip, a knit of the brow. This air around me is inflated with a hot hubbub of pricking murmurs. A fit of scream on the left and someone bawls pointlessly on the right. Inflated. All their chests are inflated with words and sounds and noises that they have stifled the air with. There is talk but no discussion. There is laughter but no joy and there is only noise and no music. I part my lip to utter something of significance but My Voice is overwhelmed by the reflections of yesterday's mistake and my throat dampens with the stench of a hollow life. I twist my tongue; I utter only to lose my words to this layered atmosphere and I see them ricochet back, floating into non-recyclable cans of waste.
There are times when crowds end up strengthening my sense of singularity. I feel like the only one; one among many. Their backs, shins, shoulders and arms reflect my voice like and the a deaf mirror. The indifference of their pretentious nostrils, indifferent eyes and vacant words obstructs the view of the breathing skies.
There is a time when we feel like no other. The moment envelopes us and we recede into ourselves, and the people that surround us only serve as unpleasant reminders that we are needed without and not within. There are days we cannot relate and we begin to question if we really belong. To take such moments as ones in ecstasy or solemn depression is in our power.
To lose control is frailty?
We are never alone until we have our self to ourselves. When we let ourselves fly outside our bodies, we temporarily undo every delicate string that ever held us back. We learn to unbind. We move on from "we" to "I". Perhaps, at times, detachment saves us from losing our minds to the heat of Insignificance. Perhaps, some times it serves us well to just not belong.
There are times when crowds end up strengthening my sense of singularity. I feel like the only one; one among many. Their backs, shins, shoulders and arms reflect my voice like and the a deaf mirror. The indifference of their pretentious nostrils, indifferent eyes and vacant words obstructs the view of the breathing skies.
There is a time when we feel like no other. The moment envelopes us and we recede into ourselves, and the people that surround us only serve as unpleasant reminders that we are needed without and not within. There are days we cannot relate and we begin to question if we really belong. To take such moments as ones in ecstasy or solemn depression is in our power.
To lose control is frailty?
We are never alone until we have our self to ourselves. When we let ourselves fly outside our bodies, we temporarily undo every delicate string that ever held us back. We learn to unbind. We move on from "we" to "I". Perhaps, at times, detachment saves us from losing our minds to the heat of Insignificance. Perhaps, some times it serves us well to just not belong.
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