The sickly yellow glow of the
street lights distracts me
with a flourish of that magic
we call electricity
(we apparently find it
very, very useful)
I have a phobia of public speaking
and of looking at the world
from the perspective of another...
Like seeing the dynamics of
families and gossip and
one-way crushes and mutual
hatreds;
it makes my head spin.
I have a tendency to
say inappropriate things
Like 'shouldn't we go out today?
Don't you just enjoy watching the
snow flakes?
I'm sure your dead brother would have
enjoyed the white winter, too.
I knew him quite well...
He came and jumped on my trampoline with me
once.'
And stares are nothing to me;
for really it seems
that I am way more happy...
even if this contentness is just an
illusion of the
strange mind.
It's a nicer illusion than most, at any rate.
Author notes
Approaching the brink of madness and therefore speeding up.
A contest entry
- Phrasology by petalblue2.
600 points, ended November 19, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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This one touches a special chord within me. I really enjoyed this piece. Thank you for entering my contest!
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Thank you! Much enjoyed writing it as well.
Great prompts for a contest
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