.the afterthoughts of parallel.
By red_haze
i pulled the threads together. parallel against the flimsy line of the
other.
"it's not straight..." a whisper from the table edge. as if it mattered.
and then, a week later, i found them again. undisturbed. a needle at each
end of each strand, holding the red strings taut. i shook my finger at
them as if they were naughty children, and i thought i might be insane.
last night i rented a movie. there were too many flashes of light in a
single frame. i was dizzy.
tomorrow, after i press a cold can of diet soda to my head to relieve the
ever-present ache... i'll light a cigarette, and my eyes will trace the
smoke in 'that' direction. i'll see the glint of those stainless steele
sewing needles. and then i'll straighten them.
parallel.
Comments on ".the afterthoughts of parallel."
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On Sunday, January 18, 2004, stormtalk
(727) wrote:
Disorders... the blood of good writing!
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On Monday, January 19, 2004, red_haze
(52) wrote:
indeed. oddly, this is somewhat of a true story. i find myself to be a slob, and yet some things have to be in immaculate order or i start to crack.
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On Monday, January 19, 2004, stormtalk
(727) wrote:
I hear ya... I'm the same way - my room looks like a ransacked Salvation Army, but if I'm sitting in class, the edge of my notebook better be lined up with the desk!
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On Monday, October 13, 2003, nell
(270) wrote:
i had to come back to this to re-read it, it's a really good write but i am still nto sure as to what it represents, it reminds me of an obsessive compulsive tick parallel.
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On Tuesday, October 21, 2003, red_haze
(52) wrote:
you are right. it is about an obsessive compulsive tick of sorts. and thank you for the comment.