The bystander
The sky is somewhere between steel grey and thunder cold blue, but the colours in the twilight are surprisingly vivid, leaves bravely sighing yellow and brown and even a gentle green, deep in their confidence and self-assurance that they are willing to lend to lost passing hearts.
The body resonates to a rhythm other than my own, it sings indignantly, ringing a thousand invisible bells, the faint electric ecstasy somewhere under my skin, wrapped around like a cloak of spider's web that I don't truly possess. The mind stands aside and watches with its hands in its pockets like a curious bystander, itself a cold steel grey, soaked by rain, umbrella or not.
I ought to be tired, I ought to be frail and fragile, perhaps I ought to be someone else, but instead I am alone with the world and it is alone with me.
Posted by sniffles at May 20, 2002 06:34 PM