jump out and let it fly

2003-01-21, 11:41 a.m.

there is a point when realizations prick your skin, and they test your weak spots. you could do two things; both are hard when the midday sun coats the room in gold, or when the moon is creeping through the ceiling and into your vision. a little jump of acid, you know the trees, and the fables are told in your head over and over again, but sometimes behavior superceedes discipline.

materials, and how they cling, i wish my dreams could adhere this well. money floats, and books float, even the promising tests are stuck like to a refrigerator. you feel the boiling, the way a pot feels its own metal flesh stretching from the heat. a bubble reaches the surface as a muffled scream; you get up.

you are jupming, and you are flailing

you are twisting your head in haphazard circles

primal chort, something filled your lungs with compresed air that you cant breathe

swinging arms, the silky numb of heated muscles and shortened heaves takes over

jump in the pond