I, too, suffer from the affliction of breaking into the occasional reverie – my stream of life vanishes into another dimension, or perhaps starts retreating as if some celestial setback came into effect. It hurts when your mental expansion is hollow, much like when a lesser skilled medical practitioner allows air bubbles to enter your bloodstream; one might think about potency of the serum but there is just more air inside of you in that instant. Getting carried away has shaped my life, to frankly admit. In the maze of head all my wars have been won, maidens been wooed, my tents have been pitched and a many deeds done that would have Mr. Alfred Nobel rise from his grave and award me himself.
Forget the conscious world, even my unconscious is slapping disconnected frames from life together and guaranteeing me a secure and enjoyful sleep. Just this morning I remember waking to an embrace to a woman whom I just fornicated with. But unlike the persistent deviancies of my awareness (at present), my sleep also splashes my head with other color – yes, literally.
My conscious and subconscious self distracted by my untamed thoughts do not find the time for the world out there – take the sensational murder of some BJP leader in Bihar by his rape victim in broad daylight, or the rending tale of a BSP leader purchasing and repeatedly raping a girl in his custody for over an year, or Wikileaks, or the ongoing inflation in vegetable markets that might have people experimenting with their own ejaculates as a culinary alternative.
Sometimes the heart willingly beats, certain voices still do stir it up, or certain friends who still rekindle the passions (of geekdom), but it mostly beats almost as a redundant biological device which could do no worse buried or charred. HIGH FIVE!
//ca. Jan, 2011
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