Scope
© 2011 by Mica D'Orléans
Aloof, sitting next to her bay window, carelessly holding unto a nearly burnt out cigarette, Erika Njanda, illegal in many ways, pondered over last night's encounter. Unlike most single women nearing their forties, who, according to cosmopolitan, are at their peak, Erika was the type of woman who thoroughly enjoyed her celibacy.
"Toys R Us" she laughed as the falling ashes finally caught her attention.
No one not experiencing it knows what it means to lose control of your mind. Erika,quirky, intense, social bender, possessing a natural disposition to enjoy the insignificances of life, daydreamed herself entering a flame blazed mosalium belonging to her brother-in-laws family, with a single passage spiraling upwards through an inconvenient point of nothingness, cooking in the process, followed by all sorts of principles she loathed.
distracted from the first notes to febre, her in limbo song from celso fonsesca, created unnecessary brain signals that caused a string of cause and effects ahead of her, knowing that what followed the opening notes could only drag her into a listless state. only cacophonic noise from ceux qui marchent deboux, or smiley winters could, at these moments, balance her out. creeped out from nonsensical whimsical innate thoughts sure to be useless, reality of inconsequential consequences began to design fractal patterns in her mind. contemplation of the meaning of existence became highly suspect, convinced that nature was only fabricated to prevent each individual from gathering h/is/er unique conception into existence.
a light film of sweat from erika's honey black skin glistened under the moonlight, streaming through her curtainless bay windows, facing the north eastern part of town. or should it be called a city? whatever, sturm und drang took it's toll, augmenting the angst lingering beneath reason to its elevated nanointh state of no return.
always... her brain conceptualizing these abstract images, yet unable to control the outcome... erika.... oooh, ohhh... Erika, what reigns can you grab to control that ride!
forget everything. return to the beginning. it was a story i wished to share...
"Toys R Us" she laughed as the falling ashes finally caught her attention.
No one not experiencing it knows what it means to lose control of your mind. Erika,quirky, intense, social bender, possessing a natural disposition to enjoy the insignificances of life, daydreamed herself entering a flame blazed mosalium belonging to her brother-in-laws family, with a single passage spiraling upwards through an inconvenient point of nothingness, cooking in the process, followed by all sorts of principles she loathed.
distracted from the first notes to febre, her in limbo song from celso fonsesca, created unnecessary brain signals that caused a string of cause and effects ahead of her, knowing that what followed the opening notes could only drag her into a listless state. only cacophonic noise from ceux qui marchent deboux, or smiley winters could, at these moments, balance her out. creeped out from nonsensical whimsical innate thoughts sure to be useless, reality of inconsequential consequences began to design fractal patterns in her mind. contemplation of the meaning of existence became highly suspect, convinced that nature was only fabricated to prevent each individual from gathering h/is/er unique conception into existence.
a light film of sweat from erika's honey black skin glistened under the moonlight, streaming through her curtainless bay windows, facing the north eastern part of town. or should it be called a city? whatever, sturm und drang took it's toll, augmenting the angst lingering beneath reason to its elevated nanointh state of no return.
always... her brain conceptualizing these abstract images, yet unable to control the outcome... erika.... oooh, ohhh... Erika, what reigns can you grab to control that ride!
forget everything. return to the beginning. it was a story i wished to share...
