The Awakening
June 29, 2009
I hear the rotating razor blades of the fan.
I hear the humming of the air-conditioning.
I hear a pen rolling on the floor.
I hear some kid screaming some distance away.
I hear you turning into something else right before my very eyes.
I stop dead in my tracks, my eyebrows furrow and I bite my bottom lip:
Who are you?
What have you done to them?
And the you smile that smile of yours as you drag them further away from me.
I want to reach out, but they don't seem to see me.
How? When? Why?
But surprises seem to be a thing of the past.
I'm ... feeling numb.
It seems like I may never have them back, and at the same time, my senses don't seem to bother anymore. They're like needles that you've dropped into the sea without hopes of ever retrieving.
WtfamIdoing. This is depressing.
I think that's what lack of ice-creams do to you.
The Carmenata.
