Sometimes it feels like every word you’ve ever had in your mind was drained out of you onto paper. You feel your heart just an engine, perfectly contracting: not skipping beats, no accelerations. And your blood just the right mix of chemicals in a flawless flow, your brain is empty and blank; it bored out of its mind. It has nothing to do, just amuse itself by the work of this mechanism, called the human body: synchronicity, sync, order and agreement.
But something… something deep inside longing for the chemical imbalance, heartbeats with skipping, accelerating, abrupt stops, for words to surface again over the tranquility of a quiet mind… and rain, and rain, and rain… with love, fear, pain, death… with life…
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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