Friday, June 22, 2012

Strobe

One blink, a million scenes flash past me, forming part of a bigger unfathomable picture. I see bits and pieces here and there, but nothing makes sense, nothing at all. Why am I here, what the fuck was I thinking when I signed up for this? Clearly, the red lights are up, but I speed on, for the clock is ticking, ever so slowly, but ever so surely; my time will pass, but how much of that picture do I want revealed though, is another question.

Another squarish box blinks black and white, so do I see for myself, what the missing piece is? What's in store for me? I step into the void; whatever happens to me, I don't know, but not for long. Will it be worth it? The infinite suspense, the tension, the anticipation, the rapid beating of my heart on my naked soul.

Perhaps.