At Night In Vain, I Gain Insane
Posted: November 29th, 2004, 2:37 pm
When I wandered through my favorite town, Bailey's Harbor in drunken desolation, it seemed the world finally made sense to me. The clouds had new movement in the dark night, and the stars had all ran away to go discover their favorite colors. Streets were narrow, and deep. Long and flowing. I passed a couple fucking on a collection of rocks. See, it's a quiet town, everything shuts down at 10. At that point, I can't honestly say whether it was 1, 2, or 3 in the morning, just that there was night, and there was drunkeness, and there was fucking, and the distant sounds of the wind. And there in the center it was me, kissing the cold lips of desolation.
After moments of standing there, lost in the spot of my insane revelations, I heard the low sounds, and rumbling cries. Crashes of the waves against the earth, all rolling and moving to song, exotic beat. It was an easy ride. The cetars we moving out from behind there rocks and hiding places, and I ran from them, terrified. Every corner I turned, there they were... ghosts of the night to grab me into some hellish oblivion, making my eyes see clearly. Before I knew it, there was nothingness, blackness, complete and utter darknes, as I lay, flat on the ground, breathing rapid, and harsh.
My limbs felt glued down to the pavement, and I couldn't open my eyes. What had those hellians done to me? Why wouldn't they leave me to go follow the blue pixies floating everywhere in space? So many ?uestions, not enough moments, or words... nothing to answer them. Then it happened.... BAM! A strong gasp of breathe like breathing for the first time and I was alive... so fucking alive. The cetars were gone, but it was like now, I knew the beasts. They all had names, and families... children and wives, husbands, little homes no one could see, buried beneath the cold, wet, rocks in the quiet town... and here again, I was in the middle of it, hungover, and slightly sore, sleep had gained on me in the sweetness of nature, or so it seemed. And that was it. That was life. Those were the beats. And this... this was me.
After moments of standing there, lost in the spot of my insane revelations, I heard the low sounds, and rumbling cries. Crashes of the waves against the earth, all rolling and moving to song, exotic beat. It was an easy ride. The cetars we moving out from behind there rocks and hiding places, and I ran from them, terrified. Every corner I turned, there they were... ghosts of the night to grab me into some hellish oblivion, making my eyes see clearly. Before I knew it, there was nothingness, blackness, complete and utter darknes, as I lay, flat on the ground, breathing rapid, and harsh.
My limbs felt glued down to the pavement, and I couldn't open my eyes. What had those hellians done to me? Why wouldn't they leave me to go follow the blue pixies floating everywhere in space? So many ?uestions, not enough moments, or words... nothing to answer them. Then it happened.... BAM! A strong gasp of breathe like breathing for the first time and I was alive... so fucking alive. The cetars were gone, but it was like now, I knew the beasts. They all had names, and families... children and wives, husbands, little homes no one could see, buried beneath the cold, wet, rocks in the quiet town... and here again, I was in the middle of it, hungover, and slightly sore, sleep had gained on me in the sweetness of nature, or so it seemed. And that was it. That was life. Those were the beats. And this... this was me.
