Trickle, Trickle

Oh, I’ve been here before, I sigh. How many times do I need to learn this? Just the other day, I was prepared to fight. And now, no more. I am tired. I don’t want to stay awake but I’ll not sleep. I’ll stay awake and listen to these creeps. I enjoy their sound, it seems. What will come? I was told the stone wasn’t as good as the gushing of my water. Why is the water of such changing nature? Yet, there is always a stillness. Help me find it. Help me find it. If you can’t I’ll insist.

4:34

A time lapse occurs around me. How beautiful to see life like art. Voices increase in volume with excitement and then fall silent as sleep creeps in. Footsteps come up the stairs and fade as they reach their floor. The building shakes for the third time this month. A resident cat cries outside. And I can still hear water trickling into the fishtank next door. There is a buzz of electricity keeping my airconditioner on standby. The light changes behind my curtains. It goes from light to dark, to darker and then the suggestion of morning. And while all these things decorate moments, I want to escape.

Another Word With You

Calm yourself and listen. Irrationality, when the sun shines, do you wait for me in the dark? People are just people. Why do you make them so much more? You’re quick to flare, you are. Ever defensive. Stop panicking and be a bit smarter. My mind is your tool – use it for good instead of recklessly spending its creativity on dark imaginings, of all the imaginings you can choose.