|My new tattoo. I love it.|
A Human DisasterCheek, palm, forehead, bit by bit I curl up into the window. I watch my hand, when I take it away again Ive left an imprint, like a stain. Then its gone and I do it again, press, hold, release.A Human Disaster by frostandfrogs
The glass has a cold smooth texture to the touch but to the eye I see a scratch, a tiny crack. Small imperfections marring an otherwise perfect surface.
I cant look at him. A beep, another, a string of beeps like a trail. Follow it to the end and eventually itll be gone. Beep, beep, beep. Press, hold, release.
Thats funny. I didnt know there were water features in hospitals. It goes on and then off, an erratic trickling. A movement catches my eye and I see there is a woman standing behind me, a red haired woman in green scrubs. She is holding a clipboard and her mouth is moving. I cant hear her. The water is so loud. I turn and press myself to the glass again.
There is an earthquake, a slight one. Then a larger one, one after another, shudder after shudd
I want to fast forward,
Flash toward the horizon and
look back through my dust cloud.
Give me green lights and even greener pastures,
Lead me to home,
Whatever that is.
Current Residence: Philly, PA
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Alt are my favs
Favourite style of art: hmmm...
MP3 player of choice: Slacker
Personal Quote: "Man is born free, and is everywhere in chains." ~Rousseau