Close Your Eyes and Feel It. (524 hits)
Category: Quotes & StoriesRating: 1.14 on 11 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Ancius (View user info) at 2004-10-19 06:39:22 EDT
Too Crowded, bodies trapped in a compressor, heat rising off every one of them. Feeling their energy wrap itself around me, tightening against my mouth and nose, restricting my throat...Too many, too many. Friends faces swimming in front of me, neurons in my brain firing too fast, can't get the right information to my eyes, moving, swaying. Reaching for me, words I can't understand. Too many, too much.
Got to get out, get away. Pushing through the mass, separating person from person is so difficult, one body merging with all the others, caught in the undertow of humanity. Drowning in the air. A comment from a friend, a spilled drink, barely registering anything any more, brain clouded with all the information, motor responses suffering, judgement massively impaired.
Control is not meant to be maintained in situations like this. It is meant to be lost. Ride the wave of overloading consciousness through to the other side, surf on top or drown. Cold air. Cold stone. Feeling the fever on my brow, tasting the perspiration on my lip. Stretch. Expand. Breathe.
Feeling loose now, Know this city blind and dead. Slipping through the alley into the college grounds, I feel the smile on my face before the emotion can properly register. Brain still up with the clouds on my first deep breath. My place, my small corner of peace in the middle of this sea of filthy concrete and glass and human pond scum. Cold grass underneath my feet. Enveloping darkness. A small measure of silence. Peace.
The blades are dew wet. On my back staring up into the night sky. Too static. The stars trace patterns across the dark. I feel back, into the annals of my past, dodging the crevasses of bad memory, and focusing my mind on what I want.
The mist rising off the grass on that cold winters morning, the crispness in the air a tangible thing, my small frame shivering and yet completely in awe of my environment. The morning rays just breaking the horizon over the village. I feel myself in the picture perfect setting. Experiencing first hand what some people only ever see in photographs, and not even knowing it. Winter holds me to him and breathes icy wonder into my heart.
Further back now. The road is long, safe, well known, the trees bending in all directions, the leaves golden and thrown into all the patterns that chaos can create. A cyclone of foliage. My clothes whipped up around and about me, my hair blown backwards so tightly as to lay it back against my scalp. The wind. That wonderful, changing wind. It seeps through my heart and blows away all the cobwebs. I will forever know it as the wind of change when it returns to me. Autumn haunts my mind with her far away whisperings and laughs as she caresses my face.
Lush green, the trees surround me, shielding my nakedness from the world. My modesty still present despite my almost complete isolation. Basking. Face upturned to the sky. The cold stone beneath my feet, the moss curling between my toes.
The leap, the freefall, the sense of total abandonment that brims my soul and will stay with me for the rest of my life. To plummet, to let the world hold you to itself and trust it completely. To feel life take you in it's arms and know that you walk the razors edge.
The water is warm for inches and then so cold. Icy shock on the body, sweet relief from the heat. My face breaks the surface and the droplets gleam on my reddened cheeks, falling off my hair and down my back, making me shiver and giggle as I scramble up the path to get my clothes, the grass thick under my feet, the trees tall and proud above me. Summer bathes my skin and holds my chin up to the heavens and I smile at the face of God.
Tone. Harsh. Electronic.
Cold, breath crisping in the air in front of me Permeating my clothes, but not to the point of serious discomfort. Stretch, breathe. Chemicals exploding in my brain, focused, aware, observant, active.
"Hello?"
...
"Yeah mate, no problem, just needed to get my head together for a bit...No, no worries I can meet you outside in about five minutes...Okay, see you there"
The feelings remain. The artificial can never replace the original, but I can feel the shadows imprint on my soul that much more clearly.
Damn this is some good shit.
Time for a Jack Daniels and a cigarette I think.
User Reviews
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2004-10-20 10:33:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
How have I missed your work?
Very good!
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-10-19 10:42:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I closed my eyes...and felt my dick. It was still there.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-10-19 10:15:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
buy the ticket, take the ride
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2004-10-19 10:03:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't much bother with number ratings anymore, I'll make an exception for this though.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-10-19 08:10:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This deserves a higher rating.
Submitted by Ancius (user info) at 2004-10-19 07:57:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The Hell?????
Submitted by sideburn's butthole at 2004-10-19 07:32:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
why do you treat me so cruel?
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-10-19 07:21:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by sideburn's butthole at 2004-10-19 07:18:31 (#)
Ranking: 2
And my anus still hurts.
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My butthole is my anus, pussyfart.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-10-19 07:19:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I didn't like. But you at least you put effort into it.
Submitted by sideburn's butthole at 2004-10-19 07:18:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
And my anus still hurts.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-10-19 07:09:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Close Your Eyes and Feel It. (14 hits)
...that's what I said to your mom last night.