Thursday April 26, 2007
In search for the switch
25/4: Beyond every eye, there is a story; whether it is waiting to tell, not wanting to tell or untold altogether. Every time I gaze upon the reflection of my own countenance, I realize that there is a story my reflection needs to tell me, but is unsure of how to go about doing so.
26/6: 3.48pm
It took him 6 calls and 1 abrupt message; I’m assuming that he is giving up. By hook or by crook, he said. Didn’t see no hook coming, let alone crook.
She sits staring at a semi-bird-eye-6th-level view blankly; watching the world go about doing their own things, unable to hear the ambience of her surrounding. It’s only white noise and static she hears; only a little louder and audible this time. It can well be looked upon as artwork that is deadly calm. Her eyes look away into void and infinity. She retrieves the sonnet etched somewhere in the archive of her brain:
If I were to paint death
Your countenance will make the perfect portrait
If lies could summon a fortune
I would have enough to build an empire
In my world of understanding
Your confusion is clearly comprehensive
But embellished with cheap waste
To defend or to offend I do not know
But I do know that your prodigal acts
Upon chances of a woman’s heart
Will erode, as you grow older;
If you ever will, I wonder
As you finally come to comprehend
It would have flown away
Too far for you to grasp
Too impossible for you to locate.
She refuses to budge an inch, as she exhales toxic smoke, watching the red anorexic hand of her Australian souvenir clock tick, tick, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
“You took my want and made it yours, until you realize that my want is too much for you handle, and you tossed it right back at me; pretending that you were sorry, and that you were confused, when you already had a hidden agenda; just couldn’t quite form them into words.”
“Simply because I spat out rhetoric like YOU DO & YOU REALIZE, BUT YOU DO NOT WANT TO, BUT YOU DO. You held those words like they were yours and acted upon it until you realize that you want to run back to your little coop, simply because your comfort zone became uncomfortable.”
She shuts her eye a little in awkward defeat and disappointment. She has long accepted the fact that she is meant to be the process but never the one who will reap the rewards. So what is it to her if she has to contribute one more time or one last time? It should be nothing.
Her power of unintentional counter persuasion has gone way over its limits and has backfired at her countless times. She is in search of the switch to turn it off; it’s a life and death situation; she needs to find it now.
Posted by snowism at April 26, 2007 06:05 PM