Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "wetness"
ANTS
She knew because she was thinking about it herself and no one else was, not really. They didn't think about it at all. Does anyone really see anything other than the reflection they cast on the brick walls of their mind that's the edge of their world?
No, she knew they weren't stranded on some grand Rock of Gibraltar floating away in perpetual coldness hurtling toward nowhere, no that nonsense was just a flight of fancy. They weren't hidden nor lost, what they were, were a speck of nothingness in a lonely space. Just that. That's all she did really, think real hard about how alone they all were in this togetherness. How utterly alone they were and will always remain that way.
Emptiness wasn't up there in an elusive outer space, it was right here in all of them in the nuts and bolts and mechanisms of all. Down here everything and everyone was strangely sparse. Here she was emptily trying to secure the sunlight in wet darkness, while no one was out there trying to procure her bloodied heart. Still pumping air and ink into her, sadly.
But she wasn't giving up this fight; she belonged to the night, the forests owe her much and the night was hers. She had the entirety of it to con herself into believing, already she was feeling the mass of its blackness pinning her down. She gladly welcomed its weight, whole of it, all of it.
She was everyone's wild card, but she had long since decided solipsism was the only way to go, it was even better than her fever dreams. What else could she do? All her heroes were dead, how was she going to see this through to the end? How was she to finish what was started for her? But she'd make do, she has to, she will win. For.
Once dragons knew her, now they knew of her. She could do this. One thing was for sure; she loved Ants, each and every single one of them. Even though they were eating her face off. So she was left without a face. She was faceless but not nameless, not anymore.
From first to the last chord on the final notes of the guitar, she was hers. Who her heroes were was no one's business but hers. Though she thought she was whole and she felt whole, but she had long ago accepted, she like history was in pieces.
No, she knew they weren't stranded on some grand Rock of Gibraltar floating away in perpetual coldness hurtling toward nowhere, no that nonsense was just a flight of fancy. They weren't hidden nor lost, what they were, were a speck of nothingness in a lonely space. Just that. That's all she did really, think real hard about how alone they all were in this togetherness. How utterly alone they were and will always remain that way.
Emptiness wasn't up there in an elusive outer space, it was right here in all of them in the nuts and bolts and mechanisms of all. Down here everything and everyone was strangely sparse. Here she was emptily trying to secure the sunlight in wet darkness, while no one was out there trying to procure her bloodied heart. Still pumping air and ink into her, sadly.
But she wasn't giving up this fight; she belonged to the night, the forests owe her much and the night was hers. She had the entirety of it to con herself into believing, already she was feeling the mass of its blackness pinning her down. She gladly welcomed its weight, whole of it, all of it.
She was everyone's wild card, but she had long since decided solipsism was the only way to go, it was even better than her fever dreams. What else could she do? All her heroes were dead, how was she going to see this through to the end? How was she to finish what was started for her? But she'd make do, she has to, she will win. For.
Once dragons knew her, now they knew of her. She could do this. One thing was for sure; she loved Ants, each and every single one of them. Even though they were eating her face off. So she was left without a face. She was faceless but not nameless, not anymore.
From first to the last chord on the final notes of the guitar, she was hers. Who her heroes were was no one's business but hers. Though she thought she was whole and she felt whole, but she had long ago accepted, she like history was in pieces.
