It's a weird feeling. A kind of heavy achingness that slows you down, body and mind. You blink and your lids close slowly. You speak and your words come slowly. You move and your actions happen slowly. Slooooowwly...
And yet you feel light. Light and delicate, as if you've only just discovered where your joints are and how they work. This makes you awkward - walking is jerky and you find yourself thinking movements through so much more carefully. You feel as though you've been hit by a five ton feather pillow. THUMP.
I shouldn't be sitting like this. My head feels heavy, as if it's been filled with bean-bag-filling. I can almost feel the beans moving about - it's a strange, strange feeling.
Well...
About Me
- Blue Bird
- Isn't this what the blogging's for..? I write. I draw. I listen to music... alot. I have an obsession with the colour blue and any type of glass. If Orion or Cassiopeia or The Plough or the Seven Sisters were visible in the night sky I could point them out to you, and probably would, but I couldn't tell you if Jupiter was that bright star on the horizon or if Venus can only be seen in the morning, however much I'd like to be able to. My obsessions spread over to photos too - those small physical snapshots of memories to shake and reawaken feelings in your mind. I try recreate that with my writing, but don't often succeed - it's a harder task than it sounds. I find this is partly because I don't write enough... hence the reason I'm here, speaking my thoughts to a distinct lack of reader. It's all good.
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