Drowning in the facade of Avoiding the Subject by aSpiraling, literature
Literature
Drowning in the facade of Avoiding the Subject
Resigned. The common room drained of all but the hum of distant machinery. And your intestines burble.
You hope, in feigned disinterest, that their little nauseating gurgles and off-color emissions are related to... your cold. Wasting time pondering the subtle variations that pass through your body like a breeze in your life's ecosystem. You don't bother to contemplate the speed of your recoveries. Its a given. But the unguarded moment considers your livers increasing struggle, and now you’re fucking concerned. Because that safety check of a blood test remains a little overdue.
And suddenly you realize: Even here. Even alone amidst th
Quarter past seven.
empty.
the room, the night, the morning,
everything.
just like the minds of dreamers
abandoned by the placation of tomorrow
the fruitless hope
a time that doesn't exist.
Only the unending undulation of now
the promised present:
a letdown.
Drowning in the facade of Avoiding the Subject by aSpiraling, literature
Literature
Drowning in the facade of Avoiding the Subject
Resigned. The common room drained of all but the hum of distant machinery. And your intestines burble.
You hope, in feigned disinterest, that their little nauseating gurgles and off-color emissions are related to... your cold. Wasting time pondering the subtle variations that pass through your body like a breeze in your life's ecosystem. You don't bother to contemplate the speed of your recoveries. Its a given. But the unguarded moment considers your livers increasing struggle, and now you’re fucking concerned. Because that safety check of a blood test remains a little overdue.
And suddenly you realize: Even here. Even alone amidst th
Quarter past seven.
empty.
the room, the night, the morning,
everything.
just like the minds of dreamers
abandoned by the placation of tomorrow
the fruitless hope
a time that doesn't exist.
Only the unending undulation of now
the promised present:
a letdown.
You're welcome! I just love the emotion that comes through, and how the teas represent them. It made me think about how our lives affect those around us much more than we think... :]