Friday 9 March 2012

Moving

You are always moving. That is the least of what I've learnt so far. You are either going up or down. You are not stagnant. You do not stay in one place.

There isn't much else to say. I am not particularly articulate as of now, though it’s not for want of trying. What happens when the words stop coming? Do you fall into a lapse - spatially, temporally - where there is simply a thin hum of silence? Or worse, a lapse where the silence is incapable of acknowledging itself, a silence so silent it comes with no emotion, no personality, no awareness, a numbed silence that gradually crosses you out, that really only means you don't give a flying fuck anymore?