Always orange
The words have marched around my head for days and I have ignored them. They make the loudest racket, keeping me away from sleep, robbing me of gentle awakenings. They rumble around and I have tried to pay them no attention because, for once, writing them out, releasing them from this prison of my mind would just open floodgates over which I have no control.
Occasionally, they burst into song. Sometimes songs I am familiar with, songs I have sung, sometimes songs I have never heard before. Maybe this is why I always keep music around me — to silence the cacophony in my head.
The train held those defeated by the day, those worn out by the effort of making meaning of their daily existence. We rolled south-east towards tomorrow's sunrise, numbed by the passing of time.
Posted by sniffles at July 28, 2004 12:21 AM