I listen to the whispers from the rocks. “Don’t step on me. Step on the soil; it is silent.” The soil cannot speak but would it complain if it could?<\/p>\n
The grass here grows long. Thick and dense. Stems snap and screams; more screams fill my head.<\/p>\n
Should your voice be different? Of course, but it isn’t, at least, not always. You say “hi”. I can’t hear myself think which is just as well. I’m scared of what I might be saying.<\/p>\n
The cars go past my window far too fast. “Honk honk honk” someone toots. I cannot see out but it has been raining. I can hear the tyres slice up the water with a harsh crescendo that diminishes into the distance.<\/p>\n
Leaves are falling. That’s nice.<\/p>\n
I am writing nonsense again. Good. What to say? What to do?<\/p>\n
Why I am breathing so loud? I sleep still. All but for the bellows squeezing back and forth. Until I turn and turn and turn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I listen to the whispers from the rocks. “Don’t step on me. Step on the soil; it is silent.” The soil cannot speak but would it complain if it could? The grass here grows long. Thick and dense. Stems snap and screams; more screams fill my head. Should your voice be different? Of course, but … Continue reading Stably crazy<\/span>