Clarity – Fragment 4
May 20th, 2009 by Jack Lhasa
Sometimes you wake up, and you find yourself in those quiet moments. Like a dream was about to begin, but it was cut short by consciousness. It’s hard to say if the dream you missed was worth the waking. You look at your life.. and think, “Where the hell have I been?” The thoughts are not your own. Or are they?
You feel like you’ve been comatose for most of your adult life. Or you maybe you hope that you have been. Events swirl past you in vivid bubbles, caught in time. Am I? Was I? Clarity becomes confusion, confusion becomes pain.
You struggle to open a pack of cigarettes. After chain-smoking your way through four or five cigarettes, you reach for the bottles of pills. You choke down the last Vicodin with fruit juice that may have been sitting on the desk for 2 or 3 days. And you wait. You wait for beautiful numbness. You wait as the clarity dims, and the scorching depression bubbles down to lukewarm.
Jack.
I Listen.
Fragments
#4
Clarity
