Sunday, June 19, 2011

White Noise

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. So you struggle to keep your mouth shut. But the more you struggle, the faster you sink. Like quicksand, only slower. You abstain yourself from screaming your moderately screwed up thoughts out loud. Like a dead man buried alive, silently screaming to get out.

The white noise emanating from your future is anything but white. The source is known but the destination is uncertain. The mysterious buzzing sound in your ears, and the Bermuda Triangles in your brain, complement each other. They are not you. And you don't want to be them. But this back and forth flirting between reason and passion dictates otherwise. Maybe it's not about what you should do. Maybe, it's about what you have to do. The difference, as subtle as it may be, is silently life changing. You won't know unless you try it out for yourself.

And when you don't, when you go with the flow just because it's relatively easier that way, then shutting the fudge up (non-explicit version) is the only way forward. Yes, you have the right to remain silent. Because anything you say can and will be used against you in this funny little thing called life.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Believing

the person you used to be
is long gone, and that is not me.

the stranger in the mirror staring back,
with all body parts sore, except for the neck,
has a heartache of happiness,
two Prozac-like pills,
a hat full of rabbits,
going up the hill.

that funny little feeling
of insanity  unwanted healing,
makes you want to stay,
instead you are leaving.

and the one way blindfolded fate,
well that, is called believing.