Whispers in the brain. Statics of electricity bursting forth. Giving birth to inspiration. Then vanishing into the night. Disappearing with no trace. Leaving you unable to recall from where or how or why. Unable to retrieve or recreate a moment. Lost in darkness. Shrouded by doubt and fear. Consumed.
Until a spark releases you from its grasp. Then you run as far as you can before it reaches back out with its tendrils and drags you back into the darkness. Surrounding you. Suffocating.
Alone.
Whispers. Doubts. Sorrows. Fears. All consuming. All encompassing. Disorienting. Spinning faster. Becoming lost in the vacuum. Awake with unseeing eyes into a past before the future of now. Blind. Stumbling. Pulling. Higher or lower unable to know for sure. Right or wrong. Back or forward. Up or down. They are the same. Onward. What other choice do you have?
2 comments:
These words gave me goosebumps.
Beautiful writing. Thankyou
Chaos. That is the voice of chaos. We fear it, hate it, fight it. But strangely. We miss it when it is gone. And are sure that something is wrong. When all is right. And then it whispers again. And again, the familiar chaos. Lulling us into a false sense of fear.
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