Dawning Effect
But it is not quite a warming effect. No, rather liken it to removing all the warmth from the entire world, even the warmth from good Grandma, bless her heart. With it, your heart sinks, the world slows. Suddenly the world, lacking warmth, contains meaninglessness. It's not that it didn't contain any before, now it is just so unavoidably obvious; it stares you in the face.
You would say to yourself, "I hope out there, somewhere out there I pray oh God, she thinks of me. If there was no one to be with, no one to see, would I be forgotten? Could I vanish?" What noise does a falling tree make when no one hears; of what existence is a man if no one thinks of him?
As if to confirm you invalidity, a voice begins to narrate your life to you. No longer do you use your own eyes, ears; no longer do you smell the scents of the world, someone instead reads them to you. You may as well be a vegetable somewhere else, and the subject of cruel and unusual punishment--the incapable listener of such a bland, horrid story.
With all the vim you can muster you sit and succumb to it. Why stand up and fight? It is still as inevitable as the rising sun.
Then, to finish it of, and to satiate the burn of everything and nothing, a name is applied and it all makes sense...
Alone.
12 Comments:
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It may have something to do with the dead rodent afixed to your chest. That one that peeks out and says hi everytime you where a beater. lol... dead rodent, adam's sweater, dave's alien entity hair... it's too bad you all couldn't have seen my Pharoah's beard.
By , at 10:31 p.m. -
LOL
By Andrew, at 11:24 p.m.
you're a funny guy.
although the "alone" i'm referring to is more of the lonely variety, and not of the missing-girls variety. i guess that's not so clear with the "she" part up there.
in conclusion: you're insensitive. you big fat jerk! tehe -
Dude, I've been there. Alot. Sometimes when I'm surrounded by some of the greatest people I know I can't shake off the feeling of being alone. One of my biggest fears is that no one will ever think of me if I am not around to remind them that I am alive. It is part of the reason I act the way I do. You try and do enough memorable things so that when you are not around people will still think of you. It can consume your thougts and eat you from the inside out. You search for validity, something that makes you "you". It can seem like you have the answer in your grasp, but it fades as if you never really understood at all.
By , at 1:42 a.m.
Or I could just be way off and could very well have made an ace out of myself because I don't understand. It happens alot. I won't be offended if you want to call me a tool and tll me to obscenity in the place of my grave (I'm reading "For whom The Bell Tolls" by Hemingway...that is how they curse in the book). But whatevs man, its all good and I'll still like you. Peace. -
I miss you guys.
By Ty, at 10:29 p.m. -
i have a couch you can crash on, if you're ever tempted ;)
By Andrew, at 10:33 p.m. -
I am haha!
By , at 11:31 p.m. -
I loves your couch Andrew....loves it. hough my goal is to get enough sleep that I won't have to use it next semester....but I'm still hanging out in your room.
By , at 2:34 a.m. -
it's a great couch too.
By Andrew, at 6:20 a.m.
finding it was love at first sight. a beautiful thing, really. -
yea the pink one.
By Andrew, at 7:40 p.m.
though, you should be more articulate with your colours, seeing that you are of the female type.
it's burgandy. or faded maroon.
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Is this the pink one or did you get a new one?
By , at 7:40 p.m. -
I liked that.
By , at 11:22 p.m.
I miss you guys.
Jeff -
it is pink... ;)
By , at 7:38 a.m.