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Nowhere she thought.
“It must be an illusion; we are instinctively frightened by the concept of nothing so our ears play tricks on us. Give us a ringing to listen to, a humming. A tone that could only be described as being like an old mans fingernail, and a child’s laugh that collided together in the vast realm of nothingness. This is where I am. This is where I must be, otherwise how could you explain the ringing in my ears. I am nowhere.”
Lost in her losses she wanted to believe. Surrendering to herself, to Mismo. With nothing around, but the comforting ring of her own imagination, one would assume she could conjure up more encouraging thoughts. She tried to think of Mismo, who he was, why he was the only constant in her life. But all she gets is:
5 parts alcohol
1 part romantic comedy
=Mismo will laugh at my lifeless response
“My internal utopia, my world that cannot exist therefore does not exist. My emptiness. My rationality. I see myself for the symptoms I experience. I am experiencing loss, due to my traumas. My world without Mismo, my world without irrationality.”
“The atmosphere here is static. Nothing is here to move, energy just itches in itself. Of all the things I thought I was, I became only what he feared them to be. Life devouring mandates.”
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fantastic... Michael Newton-McLaughlin | Feb 24th, 2004
This is a rather riveting little story and prose wrapped into one... poetic. I like it...
Professional Achamukong Kevin | May 24th, 2004
wonderful. Pls complete and get this published. u could make a name if u haven't done so yet!
Cheers.
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