::..THE GROUND BENEATH HIS FEET..::
Stand-Alone Dreamer | 2 September 2004, 9:18pmRefuse to get up from bed. The laptop lies near...warm and whispers silently.
Type as if your life depended on it. Watch the cursor blink. Listen to the beat.
The phone ringing interrupts. "Abi..?," the question is repeated. 'Yes', I murmur disgustingly, staring at the fifteen inches of a screen, surrounded by open books,empty tea mugs, water bottles & an abandoned TV.
Type as if you wanted to forget you are writing. Read yourself aloud; get scared of your uncanniness. The water tankers & garbage trucks outside, the noise of staying home on weekdays...
The phone rings again. The same question. yell out "Yeaasss", staring at the little clock, running, on top of the window.
Type as if time were your enemy. See the words appear on the non-existent page. Count the words, the commas, the semi-colons, which you hate and once read indicate bad taste.
Go downstairs and walk in circles around the table, go to the kitchen, open the store, find a pack of old chips, eat it with passion, type again...
Fall asleep and wake up with the phone ringing. Fury burning through your veins. Get up, take a shower, get ready. Run down, to the garage; start the car and drive away under the menacing gray clouds.
Pull down the windows, feel a bit of rain that reminds you of the world. Stare at the ground, look for hints, trace back your memories.
Don't think about his feet. Pretend you don't care, run away...
Say hi to the old watchman & his pathetically malnutritioned dog,
watch the girls hurrying back after their regular course at the Aerobics center, change routes to work....
Get back in and the mirror changes everything. Feel the body come alive, like an uncanny presence.
Like you, without being you. You become I in the process....
Current Mood: Bored
Current Music: Macy Gray - A Moment To Myself
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1. By Stupendous Man | 2 Sep 2004, 10:18pm
hmm. for the first time you seem like you put up a post coz you actually felt like it. didn't escape some thoughts that you'd have rather not written, i see.
2. By Stand-Alone Dreamer | 6 Sep 2004, 6:20pm
If I say u are wrong..I'd be lying... ;-)
May be not for the first time..but one of those few times..!!!
3. By strivingtobeme | 9 Sep 2004, 11:12am
Would you kill for what is yours...your ground beneath his feet which are yours too?
What demarks?
4. By Stupendous Man | 12 Sep 2004, 10:46pm
and who said lying was a sin?
5. By Stupendous Man | 13 Sep 2004, 2:07pm
plus. there has to be a better way to get thru to you.
6. Re: ::..THE GROUND BENEATH HIS FEET..::
By ASDF | 6 May 2009, 9:25am
http://www.fullhyderabad.com/blogs/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=845&blogId=44