Friday, January 2, 2009

Essential


I'm not sure of the timeline, but at some point before Christmas, I placed a rock of frustration within my mouth and closed my lips around it's uneven surface.

And then I exiled myself.

And I began to write.


There is a woman living in my mind that demands I write about her. I've begun to behold her as quite beautiful and full of compassion. When she smiles, or speaks, or simply allows her lips to form an O of expression, small lavender butterflies crawl or flutter from her mouth. The surreal symbolism doesn't fall blindly at my feet, she is my ironic hyperbole to a rock filled mentality. She's kept me company during a sociable implied segment of the year and I imagine now that she's filled so many spaces in my mind, erected a cottage in Lavender Black and occupied so much paper, her and I will remain together for life.


Voices inside one's head. Separate entities. Named people wandering through fantasy worlds located deep in my mind. Hand in hand friendships or enemies at battle. Everything playing it's order of business or duty without a vocal word uttered and a smile on my exterior person.

I, the essential me, plays God or demon to it all.


I'd like to believe there is nothing that unique about my thought processes. I believe everyone entertains the splintered mentality within them in one way or another. When I hear other people talk about these differences inside them, I hear words like, sad, lonely, self-doubt, insecurities, low self esteem, the ambitious side, shy, talented, the confident trait, etc etc. Banal labels of general emotions carried within us all.


I like to paint a pretty picture, that's all. It's not time for pink crayons and padded walls. A woman who speaks with lavender butterflies flowing from her voice is a metaphorical version of my desire to talk more. She's also grown into something beyond a fanciful notion and demanded a world of her own, a story of her own and I'm obliging her........


Translation comes in many forms and I do prefer the kaleidoscope view to the conventional mirror of life.

1 comment:

Bawb said...

I really wish you would listen to TOOL, so much of what your feeling can be relayed through their music.