Lazy haze on the end of days for the year end leaves the insides of the eyelids as the viewscape. Red sparkly pulses of blood and the flickering of light from under the not quite closed lip between the upper and the lower.
Squeezing itself like it always happens to in times of idleness, the bulge in the right pops a tweezer. The left twitches and the mind slides back into the black of yesterday, of last night, of any other time outside the second.
Sounds remain clear, the only difference being in the intensity of blocking them out. Down for the visual count it's all on for the ears to make something up for the muzzle of the muffle.
Sliding away, right into the end.
Soon Van - Saturday, 30 December 2006 - 20:21
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