You are not all that right in your mind, see, and you were cursed with being alone forever, it’s something you can’t cure even if you get a cauldron of people and stew them over the fire of your expectations, your expectations from them to feed you with the ripe, promiscuous berries of their companionship, it’s like trying to make some kind of glue that won’t ever stick and the only thing that sticks, the thing that sticks is in your hair is the dirt in your nails. You have created an entire army of shadows, little slits for breathing in the air-tight container that you have stuffed yourself into thinking you won’t need added preservatives and artificial colouring.
Not every candy is a candy, the kind of candy you can lick and take to your stomach with the satisfaction that it gives you an abstract happiness, something you would otherwise never have found, only it’s ruining your teeth, see, it’s giving you cavities in your molars and weakening your gums and you are going to have to have pay a bomb to get a dentist to look at them and fill them up with some sort of a resistant Teflon coating.
You are trying to do stuff, putting in USB ports to check for compatibility, but there will come a time, and that time always comes soon when you’re going to have to safely remove the hardware, eject it and its contents completely from your system but they are lying to you, there is no such thing as safely remove hardware for people. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because, well, it doesn’t matter.
The constricting air of madness follows you to the ruins of your childhood, you always keep going back there, what are you looking for, there’s really nothing to see. And they are doing their best, you won’t believe it but it’s true, they don’t know the difference between the colours of grey in your head, and you expect them to put the jigsaw puzzle of your fucking life together, maybe frame it in a nice black burqa or something and put it up on sale.
You know, you promised to write little notes to the kid you see in the mirror, little notes in the back of your head, so she would always know which way to turn and you never kept your promise. So, you can’t, you just can’t call them liars and rest your face in the smoke.
Soon, you are going to run into a wall, and there is nowhere to go from there.
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Swati.
The Copywriter.
This one's both beautifully random and randomly beautiful - for lack of better words in my satchel right now. I liked "stew them over the fire of your expectations" - truly well put. "Safely remove hardware..." would never go done well with me..... if you know what I mean.
ReplyDeleteThough I must mention the usage of long, winding sentences interspersed with spontaneous day-to-day words struck me as charming. A piece a day and we should smell some delicate poesy emanating from them.
"ripe, promiscuous berries of their companionship," - CAPITAL!!!!