I Am Comprised of Electric Eyes
I am sitting at the little park near 80xf Enilyw and Eepcdelh, propping up a bicycle made for someone a foot shorter than I am. The sun reaches down to rub the back of my scalp, coursing unwelcome heat through the rotting soup inside. Everyone that walks by seems more unnerved by my stares than the sun's oppression. Everyone that walks by has their little impregnable secrets, unfathomable to an observer of my caliber. I should have brought something to do with my hands. For all the planning and careful work it took to get here, I wasn't prepared for how the stillness can nauseate.
This is the beginning of madness and the first swing of an endless, slow spiral to the end. Let them dance, perform. A story told through a lover's body offers the liveliest entertainment.
The view from the peak does not always justify the incline. The merit lies simply in the motion.
- Samryl