Well here i sit feeling rather strange(maybe its the 2 coffees ive had but anyways...) so i figured i should write something down so here we go....
He sits silently, his brain humming like the ambient noise escaping from the computer into the silence. The tv buzzing away with "Winter Games 2007" and yet it is drowned out by his thoughts. Thoughts, more scattered in his brain than the stones on the curling rink on the tv. Is something bad going to happen? or perhaps its the parnoid delusions of a hypochondriac. Life is filled with wonders, and yet they seem to all have a place in his mind. Perhaps sleep clears the mind, but what of dreams? Will they be filled with more wonders? Involving both life's wonders and wonders of the fantasy world. No, he is almost afraid to sleep, afraid to let the world around him disappear into darkness... Falling... It is a strange sensation to fall in a dream... One may say its almost like dying, though that kind of knowledge is not comprehendable for the living. You can try to hold on to the feeling of falling in a dream, it feels almost like a natural high and yet somewhat frightening.
These are yet some of the thoughts that float around his head like a mosquito frantically searching to fill its body with the warm essence that flows within its victim, without this "essence", both the "victim" and the mosquito would simply not exist, leaving only thoughts and dreams to float through the fabric of space and time. But without life can there be dreams?
 Dark Spade 911 · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 04:21am · 1 Comments |
