The fleeting stranger
Jan 9, 2010 in Mumbojumbo
Eyes heavy with sleep. A body languid with exhaustion. The incessant chatter in the mind was relentless, holding it hostage, refusing to back-off, passing uninvited running commentaries. Fueled by the subconsciousness that was willing it to continue. Like a hypnotised observer, watching snippets of moments that flashed by, played on an endless roll of film sweetened by the various tunes that was stuck in the head for days. Threading dangerous waters on rickety crutches. Somewhere out there, a clock chimed two. I cringed. Oh, sleep, you capricious stranger, where were you?
Those were the times. So I worked out mad till I ached all over, it found its way back to me and stayed around for good. =)