Blueberry Muffin.
Waking up to a cold room, the humid climate of under the doona and the smell of slightly burnt coffee. The feel of splintered hard wood floors under foot as you trudge your way past coffee tables swearing under your breath as you stub your toe or step on your cat. Rising damp leaving impressions on the wall like that of a new world rising up out of the ocean, the smell, spores entering yours lungs. Ahh, home. The only time you ever feel safe is that moment in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
And then it ends. Humanity kicks in. The howling banshee that is your mother asks unfathomable questions, the endless commute with people who aren’t really there, the day trudges on and in the end no one quite understands. Not really. They all sit there being put further and further in to an unconscious state.
You walk up and down your suburb in lines like that of a Kandinsky painting talking to anyone who will listen asking the real questions that no one wants to answer.
Everyone has become numb, dead on the inside. This is society. They leave you alone inside your own head to ask yourself infinite questions with no answer. You never felt safe there, your own mind should be a haven but it has been destroyed by the culture of our youth. Even if you are physically in the arms of those whom you feel safest with, you cannot be at peace. You try to cocoon yourself from within, not ready to emerge like that of a caterpillar in chrysalis.
You walk through a sea of loved ones yet they do not love you; in fact their love is the very reason you could snap at any moment. They crash against you over and over; relentless waves that do nothing but to wear you down to your thinnest most fragile state. And yet if it weren’t for this relentless crashing the systematic stillness of society, the plain conformity would drown you. Thoughts would consume you. Everybody is so wrapped up in themselves that you may as well be alone and this loneliness would drown you, it would be as though your lungs were filling with water slowly pushing and pulling. Dragging you down.
Waking up to a cold room, the humid climate of under the doona and the smell of slightly burnt coffee. The feel of splintered hard wood floors under foot as you trudge your way past coffee tables swearing under your breath as you stub your toe or step on your cat. Rising damp leaving impressions on the wall like that of a new world rising up out of the ocean, the smell, spores entering yours lungs. Ahh, home. The only time you ever feel safe is that moment in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
And then it ends. Humanity kicks in. The howling banshee that is your mother asks unfathomable questions, the endless commute with people who aren’t really there, the day trudges on and in the end no one quite understands. Not really. They all sit there being put further and further in to an unconscious state.
You walk up and down your suburb in lines like that of a Kandinsky painting talking to anyone who will listen asking the real questions that no one wants to answer.
Everyone has become numb, dead on the inside. This is society. They leave you alone inside your own head to ask yourself infinite questions with no answer. You never felt safe there, your own mind should be a haven but it has been destroyed by the culture of our youth. Even if you are physically in the arms of those whom you feel safest with, you cannot be at peace. You try to cocoon yourself from within, not ready to emerge like that of a caterpillar in chrysalis.
You walk through a sea of loved ones yet they do not love you; in fact their love is the very reason you could snap at any moment. They crash against you over and over; relentless waves that do nothing but to wear you down to your thinnest most fragile state. And yet if it weren’t for this relentless crashing the systematic stillness of society, the plain conformity would drown you. Thoughts would consume you. Everybody is so wrapped up in themselves that you may as well be alone and this loneliness would drown you, it would be as though your lungs were filling with water slowly pushing and pulling. Dragging you down.
