Whatever You Want It To Be About....
This is literally and abstract from whatever...it came to me and I put it down... I know its part of a story, but I have no beginning or end...or story line....it almost feels like a dream....I know i was thinking of Jos when I wrote it...trying to put myself in the position....an out of body experience maybe...it's whatever you want it to be about...
Mind at ease.... beautiful scenery..... Calm music playing in the background.... The smell of coffee wafts through the air, city dwellers bustle in and out...there’s laughter and easy conversation. Two fingers to my head and I smile satisfyingly, I am at ease...colour, lights and sounds take me....my calm swirls round me, taking me away...taking me to... ..Eyes open and I can feel the change bursting my calm bubble...... Everything is in slow motion now...there’s dust rising but not falling... turn around and there are figures moving, I can see them running in a panicked frenzy but no one seems to know where they are going...evidence of the presence of fear, and then it hits me.....I close my eyes again willing myself to awake from this surreal nightmare.....I’m inside...but no calm music or easy conversation..... Have an out of body experience and.... stand in the middle of a dingy looking room.... passionately talk to a lady who stares right past me... I clutch at my chest while my other hand is stretched forward towards this oblivious being. As I speak to this women I cry and jump and cringe in fright occasionally....there is no sound, I watch myself in mute, but I can tell that there is a noise outside that causes me to jump....the room is very dark...... I can see light coming from a high window...it looks like we’re almost underground...I catch myself looking towards the window with panic and fear...for a few seconds I am caught in this fear, but quickly return to my apparent pleading with this women, a bit more urgent now...I touch her arm and point to the window with panic but still she stares at the space behind me.... I take her face in my hands.....forcing her to look at me..... she fixes me with the same blank stare .......my eyes hurriedly search hers for something...... I point to a corner of the room...I noticed that my tears come down fiercer now and I point again to the corner of the room... it is dark...... I cannot see what I am pointing to...it looks like something huddled and whatever it is, is quite still...whatever it is pulls at me heart strings because I watch myself break down into dangerous sobs......I clutch at my chest like I am trying to keep a wound closed....... I carry on pleading to this woman....I watch the pleading for a few more minutes then move closer to the corner I was pointing to..... Trying to get a better look at whatever it is that is huddled up...a little movement....... I see it is a child.......a little boy.......sits perfectly still.....knees up to his chest and little arms around his legs... ....his facial expression mirrors that of the oblivious woman that I am still trying to persuade........he seems to be sitting in some sort of puddle....from the wet patch on his pants I can tell it is his own urine........he cannot be older than 7 years old.......he seems to be in fear too...... cringes and shudders from whatever noise is coming from above...... I am still kneeling in front of this nonchalant woman......a noise makes me jump and stand still......I see movement from the corner of my eye...the little boy seems to have moved........he comes to stand next to me and this woman....leaving little wet footprints as he crosses the room....... clutches my waist.......i grab him round the shoulders..... pull him closer towards me.......we all stand still.......waiting.......I see shivers rolling off me......I can’t tell that what is going on but the fear is so tangible and I begin to shiver too......
