It seems unlikely to be moving, but then it also seems unlikely to be standing still. When there's an electric current in your legs how are they unmoving? How come they're running and suddenly the life's taken out and they're stuck in motion freeze? There's too much to contain and now there's nothing to hold in, now fallen like a corpse.
The mind is in a frenzy but there aren't any thoughts for them to go haywire. Sometimes everything is in place, but nothing seems to fit. Every tiny detail fits, down to pat, but there's no truth. Or there is truth, but invisible to the blind eye. Deluded, the mind carries on, wasting, rotting or searching in the wrong arena. The match is somewhere else. The mind must secretly be a masochist.
Curled in a corner, staring at the sea, the mind was finally silent, the breathing back in place. Numbness seems easier. The bearer dealt, calmed or collapsed? The memory failed. Lethargy like a corpse seeped in, settled in the muscles and the current subsided. Left adrift, the panic filtering out, but emptiness replaces the fanatical groping for movement and immobility.
Vaish Im stunned. ur writing style has improved tremendously compared to your earlier stuff. good on ya! brilliant post.
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ReplyDeleteWhen read, it feels like a poem, but I get the flow, and why it is prose.
ReplyDeleteIt's very like you, this passage.