Sunday, August 04, 2002
Blacklights
The night is bright she can barely see in it. This is Crazy Girl's alternate realm, the realm of actual sight of ghosts and figures. This world exists in conjuction with the other realm, the realm of concreteness and time. The alternate realm is not of time nor concreteness nor anything which any human dares to know. This is a world of Shadows and their magic, a world of souls and no deliverance. This is the place where she knows she will end up -- where all humans end up. She is not frightened by this realm, only by her ease of acceptance of it. For a fleeting moment she does not realize that she is indeed, still in the concrete realm, that nothing has ever changed except her perceptions which are clouded with chemicals designed by god and man to create confusion and desire. She isn't on Earth; she is at home, back home with her comfortable bed and pretty music to soothe her soul. She is back home to her time, her place, her real life, not this life that she was thrust into. She imagines the time and space she left, a world that is more infinately peaceful, a world that she doesn't feel estranged in, a world that exists outside of the hellhole she was transported to. In her world, people aren't infinately sad and depressed or empty or hurt. There are exceptions but they are rare. Where she is now is so totally different than what she is used to. But then again, she doesn't really remember the world she left. She has no clue that it not much different than this place. She sighs. Will I fit in anywhere? she thinks.....
The night is bright she can barely see in it. This is Crazy Girl's alternate realm, the realm of actual sight of ghosts and figures. This world exists in conjuction with the other realm, the realm of concreteness and time. The alternate realm is not of time nor concreteness nor anything which any human dares to know. This is a world of Shadows and their magic, a world of souls and no deliverance. This is the place where she knows she will end up -- where all humans end up. She is not frightened by this realm, only by her ease of acceptance of it. For a fleeting moment she does not realize that she is indeed, still in the concrete realm, that nothing has ever changed except her perceptions which are clouded with chemicals designed by god and man to create confusion and desire. She isn't on Earth; she is at home, back home with her comfortable bed and pretty music to soothe her soul. She is back home to her time, her place, her real life, not this life that she was thrust into. She imagines the time and space she left, a world that is more infinately peaceful, a world that she doesn't feel estranged in, a world that exists outside of the hellhole she was transported to. In her world, people aren't infinately sad and depressed or empty or hurt. There are exceptions but they are rare. Where she is now is so totally different than what she is used to. But then again, she doesn't really remember the world she left. She has no clue that it not much different than this place. She sighs. Will I fit in anywhere? she thinks.....
# posted by Crazy Girl @ 02:55 
