|Thursday, February 22, 2007
sometimes i wonder how i manage to slowly and treacherously go through life. because sometimes the footsteps are just too painful to make. because sometimes the breaths of air are just too toxic to breathe in. because sometimes even slight gusts of wind can scratch fathoms into the skin.but the heart keeps beating.but the blood keeps flowing.but the mind keeps thinking. when these elements are still working, you are still very much alive. contrary to your dying imagination. sometimes we fall into bouts of unconsciousness. but to tell you the truth, i think i am capable of being aware of my unconsciousness. and i think anyone can do that as well. it happens when you watch vcds/dvds and you have to rewind a few scenes back because you cant remember what happened. it happens when you know you took a plate full of dinner and minutes later, it is empty without you knowing it.it happens when you read a storybook and you forgot the name of the main character. it happens when you sleep...and woke up...without realizing that you actually did sleep the night before. it happens when you are browsing through the books amongst the shelves and you suddenly thought that the floor is rocking sideways. it happens when you find yourself frequently asking, "what is happening to me?".unconscious consciousness like this happen. especially when the reality is not your imagination. or rather, when you realize that...your imagination cannot become reality.a sad case of fantasy. a dismal case of fiction. a pathetic fairy tale. Labels: fairy-tale impossible
* spoken&willspeakagain*
9:22 PM
