Like a parasite, the idea sits on my head and poisons my thoughts.
Yawning as a check of functionality – a hypothosis
After a period of time in which the body did not get enough oxygen due to for example shallow breathing, yawning tries to inflate and then deflate the lungs to the best of the body’s abilities, resetting the breathing rhythm. Analoge to the flinching before falling asleep.
Sitting in front of a cursed mirror showing the most captivating sceneries until one dies of thirst missing the last sunset.
The feeling of attraction towards someone although fundamentally different to yourself on the surface. They are living the values you hold dear but never dared to live them out. Out of fear of being even more outcast and losing the privileges of at least watching others from the sidelines of social experiences.
You baffle me with even the mondaine allowing me to take a step back with the most odinary of things. Fear of getting bored watching someone being themselves, because eventually there has been enough data collected to accurately predict them. Until the model fails spectacularely. Looking at the shards, there is a mistake screaming at a deaf observer.
Usage of human relationships as a tool to switch lenses and optimize ones ability to portray an even better suited fassade.
I suddenly tried to remember my age. Trying to remember it should not even be an actual thought. The last age I could actively remember was the age of 18. Which was certainly not the correct answer anymore. I was baffled by the fact that what had felt like approximately a few days past, had in fact been years. What I remember a year felt like was like an eternity. The endless amount of time that passes until your next birthday. Until what had been endless nights the few days prior became a rushing past of days. Even more so if you had something planned, I suppose. That has never really been my thing really.
A singular scream in the distance
Curtains closing, camera moves backwards; reveals: small theatre stage, Dim light, worn carpet, most of the well-padded, red seats are filled
People start to hastely get up and leave while the room slowly brightens up with dim orange light
Everything rushing in at the same time suffocating thoughts and left incapacitated
The word play began looking wrong to me as if the combination of signs lost its meaning.
Interesting auditory decisions that took place recently.
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