The First Tear Drops
The flat surface of an empty wooden table was more fascinating than what was going through your mind. you scratch the smooth surface with your fingernails. the duo sung a morbid tune. funnily, it was soothing to your flaring ears. the feeling of your hair being tugged by your hand too, was surprisingly comforting. the pain from thousands of strands of hair peeling away from your skull, somehow liberates pressure from your mind. you wonder how much more do you have to pull before the matter from your mind leaves your skull by oozing out through the infinitely small pores created by what once held the thousand black stalks, people called "hair" in place.
you cry.
the tears were bitter yet sweet. it was a novel feeling since you could not remember how it felt like, let alone taste like. you lash out your tongue, and lick the drop that fell nearest to your lips. it tasted devilishly divine, so pleasant and at the same time, so destructive it had almost made you smile...
...but it didnt. maybe you needed another sample. once again you lick the next tear that rolled down your cheeks. this one, different from the first - had no taste. you ponder for a split second to why is that so, but your thoughts could not reach a conclusive conclusion. despairing the fact you were unable to feel again, that novel feeling, that novel taste, to be able to decipher what caused that pleasure and at the same time what had caused your pain - you cried more.
the tears that followed were the same as the last; tasteless and miserable.
seeing that there was no longer any joy in tearing, you stop. and yearn for new sensations.
time passed. so much infact, you forgot how crying felt once more. you fork out your tongue and thristily lash at the first tear drop, and there it was again.
the feeling was like a flash surge, overwhelming you completely and then left as quickly as it
came.
once again, you are left there, on that desk, fingers still on the table only now it's surface is raked by you. the few strands of hair litter the place. you give them a quick hush and they all scurried away from you;like a colony of startled rats, and fell of the table.
once again, you sat alone, fingers still on the table...
...waiting for the next, first, teardrop to fall...
you cry.
the tears were bitter yet sweet. it was a novel feeling since you could not remember how it felt like, let alone taste like. you lash out your tongue, and lick the drop that fell nearest to your lips. it tasted devilishly divine, so pleasant and at the same time, so destructive it had almost made you smile...
...but it didnt. maybe you needed another sample. once again you lick the next tear that rolled down your cheeks. this one, different from the first - had no taste. you ponder for a split second to why is that so, but your thoughts could not reach a conclusive conclusion. despairing the fact you were unable to feel again, that novel feeling, that novel taste, to be able to decipher what caused that pleasure and at the same time what had caused your pain - you cried more.
the tears that followed were the same as the last; tasteless and miserable.
seeing that there was no longer any joy in tearing, you stop. and yearn for new sensations.
time passed. so much infact, you forgot how crying felt once more. you fork out your tongue and thristily lash at the first tear drop, and there it was again.
the feeling was like a flash surge, overwhelming you completely and then left as quickly as it
came.
once again, you are left there, on that desk, fingers still on the table only now it's surface is raked by you. the few strands of hair litter the place. you give them a quick hush and they all scurried away from you;like a colony of startled rats, and fell of the table.
once again, you sat alone, fingers still on the table...
...waiting for the next, first, teardrop to fall...
posted by Killl_Roy at 11:55 AM
2 Comments:
hey roy. i changed my url: http://letsnotinvolvemusic.blogspot.com/
don't freak out on me and bring a submachine gun to the exam hall alright?
bring a nuke.
it was so retarded. i had to take down my blog cos my MOM found it. i just have a problem with her reading the stuff i post. gah. it was at a temporary address for maybe 2 weeks? sigh. well it's settled now. i've googled myself and erased every single site with me on it. tsk tsk.
on a sadder note, how are the exams. they've started right? good luck man.
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