prickly self-expression
12 December, 2008 | No comments | Category: for.the.love.of.words!, madness!, prose.tales, thinking...
a fuzzy tube of void fills with the aroma of congested, stifled breath… a ball of feeling anchors it in the pit of the stomach.
feelings…tiny bubbles of unsettled distaste rise along with flittering flattering flimsiness traveling like smoke from an incense burner through the throat up into the mouth, where the tongue rests motionless. pity; swallowing heightens tastes of bitter sweetness; the pleasurable fragrance of incense replaced with breaths of bafflement.
the face expressionless, those delicately-crafted tender lips down-turned, as cheeks lunge in concert with the lids and fragile soft skin sags under the eyes…contrary to its age.
swallowing hard, her mind races …speeding stamina of thoughts do not dissipate, as if regenerated as the race drains the perkiness from her face channeling energy to her mind keeping it reeling.
have you ever closed your eyes and kept typing? …a lady emerges as a foggy image from whatever is streaming through fingers as the keyboard and cushy finger tips step a staccato tap dance.
is there anything like releasing emotion through expression?…anything as cathartic? the disconnect between the physical and the abstract paralyze while, mysteriously they fuse to make the tangible feelings…prickly.
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