White Noise
The world is a green blur. Streamers float on glassy surfaces. Images unroll in slow motion. White noise expands dreamlike. A bird sings it’s song of unrequited love. Black holes explode in the darkness of my shining eyes. Laughter floats on smooth currents of ecstasy. Time beats the slow drum of eternity.
Somewhere a siren awakens. Lights blink on and off in the far distance following an irregular rhythm. Insistent and gravelly sounds hang in the background, drowning the music of life with their clanging intensity. Solitude and stereo death.
Can you see the sound of your name? Can you whisper in the middle of a storm? Confrontation is happiness.
I touch the soft white petals of a beautiful silence. I know that I’m not the conscience of the crowd. I hold her hand and watch her smile.
September 25th, 2006 | Quote
{illyria}: It is a double-edged sword in my opinion.
I don’t know if you did or not but I did register and got a password for your blog and therefore am able to read your beautiful words again. Btw is it possible to change my password as the one I’ve now is more difficult to remember than even my birthday? *winks*
September 20th, 2006 | Quote
to be a crowd’s conscience. that is quite powerful. i imagined what it would be like and couldn’t fathom the thousand of distilled responsibilities that would come with such a gift. or is it a curse?
p.s. i don’t remember if i’ve sent you a password to the new norway. did i?