Calm

Silence beats down the doors as the music fades from my memory. Darkness enchants my mind, giving false hope of lonesomeness. But I am surrounded, their dark silence clogging my lungs, so that my breath grows deeper, scared, panicked. I whisper solace, but I cannot hear it. How do I know I am here when I cannot see myself? The weight of their bodies holds me flat; I cannot feel myself. Only my thoughts exist, and they are fading, becoming as lifeless as the pillow beneath them. *Drop by drop, life trickles from my eyes until, finally, I perish.

*Using slight paraphrasing from Alan Rickman's character in Perfume.

meaning

Look at a thing.
Now look past it. Look through it.
Now look at it again.
Imagine all the possible uses of it.
Look at it.
Think about it.

Now stab it through your chest, into your heart.
Don't cry, just do it.
You have to.

Now look at the thing.
It has new meaning.

5 Cat Termites of the Metal Poo Variety.

Ha! I win, title!

The most shocking of all the varieties of cat termite are those of the metal poo varitey. It is horrifying for a loving pet owner to come home one day and find the body of their cherished house mammal lying on the lawn, blood oozing from tiny holes in their side as air seeps in slowly, bloating their body nearly as much as the gases produced inside.

Cake.

From the mouths of Cake there shall be words which flow into the ambience and lighten the mood with their poetic symbolism and flirty lyrics. Cake is the soul I never had, the soap that cleans the bad out of my ears, and the drink that gets the dirty taste of life out of my mouth. The muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians. Now due to a construct in my mind that makes their falling and their flight symbolic of my entire existence, it becomes important for me to get up and see their last second curves for flight. My love shall not die for them, even with the years ahead that can change my life from one of simple learning to that of teaching, nurturing, and sacrifice. Love can only grow.

Us all.

I am human. In all the world, if there was ever a truth, this is it. Anyone can say it, and it will be true, but will they understand the full implications of it? Will they feel the innate connection to every other human being that I now feel? This is the first time my mind has realized this bold statement, and I am glad it is there, because it makes me feel not like a lone creature in the Universe, dwindling away my life in some futile attempt at success, but like a part of something greater, an entire species shouting out at the Universe, saying "That's right, Universe, we are the best, and we are going to keep being the best, and one day we will explore all of you, and we will become all powerful and learn everything there ever was, because we will be in the ancient folds of space, ever closer to the beginning, ever closer to being masters of it all!"

It seems like this new connection should rock my foundations, but somehow I feel the same. It seems like it should bring my beliefs all to a wonderful conclusion, because my lack of belief in God would foster the thought that each person is a complete separate entity, evolved to perfection with no help from any outside forces, but it does not do that. It does not do much, except make me feel the urge to smile shyly as I walk by someone in the halls, make me think to myself about what they were just doing, and what they will be doing later, and why I haven't seen them before.

I need to appreciate everyone. Especially people I have not met, who have never done anything for me. Those are the people who are most important, because they live a life which is totally anonymous to me, full of mystery, and shrouded in fog. They are the ones I can wonder about. They give my mind meaning.

They are my imagination's playground.