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This Night
There's a ticking in my brain, my desk strewn with reading cards and half full pop cans; a watch on its side counts the still moments. My life hasn't started yet. Still waiting for that watch to say go. The colours of music flash the embience of this background sound. It's candy to the eyes. I could stare at the noise for hours. The lyrics are telling me not to think of all those things that I feel. My mind is to the brim, the water flowing over. I call for someone to turn off the rain. With every droplet there is a ripple that vibrates to everyone and everything, like the dominos I knocked over some years ago.
The music plays over and over like the days of my short life gone by. Visions like the ripples start in the middle and race their way to the edge of the window. As I walk over to turn out my light, I think what it means to be alive. I'm afraid I'm still searching for that answer. The light goes out and like the pill my pupils dialate to note that I'm still in this shell I call home. The safety of my bed situated in the center and my best friend tucked away in hiding under my desk. My love for this machine, unconditional. It is the magical entrance to a world of possabilities. It is escape and I wait on it hand and foot in my conviction.
The family is in protest to this creature that has drawn me in so tight. I have sold my life to it now and hug it with each spare moment. You cannot separate us now or I would be lost. For I am on a burried treasure hunt and am in too deep to turn back. You see I was only born half a soul and the other half is on the other side. Every curve I must overcome, I need to find it. I can feel myself getting closer and feeling more lost.
This obsession is my confession. Water pours down with the rain. Hair plastered over my eyes makes me bind, my senses are failing me. Someone turn off the rain, I need to find my treasure.
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