mellowocity

she's running down the alley way into the light and toward the steeple in the distance
the sun bursts
the wind whips
she turns around mid-stride
and laughs
in a wedding dress
in over her head running
backwards
really
backwards
and the silence is broken
someone crunches a potato chip in the office
and her heaven of bliss is shattered. she can only listen to the same song so many times. But she pauses and starts it again and tries to dive into its waves so she can be moved by the muses. Prays to the muses to let her in. The muses laugh today and she just hears the song, it does not envelope her. She just feels her breathing and the words come slow. And she cannot reflect and, and, cannot even think of the word...the word means to rise above, trans-something. not transpose or transgress although those are also nice words. diet pepsi without caffeine can only take me so far. and she switches from the third person into the first person and the muses take her under their wing for a moment, love her really for a moment, she is stumbling blindly in the waves and the words don't come out right. where have the years gone. the muses hardly recognize her. A WHOLE OTHER MIND. A foreign mindset. it is a new way to think. and it is hard and it is not coming. some take drugs right about now. fuck drugs.