My mind is a joker, as of late. It has developed a second, most acidulous voice. It sounds and rings in my head in an endless tintinnabulation. And worst of all, I can not fight it.
It is impossible to conquer or defeat; it knows my Achilles heels. Immediately when I try to come to my senses I feel a strange desire to follow its entrancing, seductive voice. It has a strange influence in me, and I am yet to figure out whether it is positive or negative. Indeed, with ruthless butchery this voice rings out in my head, bouncing around, turning my thoughts in whatever way it wishes.
And to stop it I had tried for weeks. But recently I found out that the voice in my head was truly my voice, my real voice, and the self that I'd been trying to hold on to was but a pleasant fiction.
-The Diary
--Adonis
Saturday, September 03, 2005
9/03/2005 01:31:00 AM - Fiction
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