Distorted guitars cause my body to
cover with shivers. It feels like cool wind and dazzling sun and the tension
just like the one you experience when you feel somebody's lips on your breasts,
hands on your thighs, male fingertips travelling back and forth.
I have never perceived this before
as a waste of my time. I've been rather thinking that it would make me feel
better or maybe I was simply excited about balancing on the edge again.
Different understanding kicked in out of the blue, when I was comfortably lying
in a bed in a dark room, softly illuminated in its half by a thin ray of light
coming out from the bathroom. It was completely enough for me to change my
point of view from the "all of you" to "it's just
me".
Every word was tiring and every laugh strained, the smell that I could not
stand penetrated my clothes, my hair, my skin. Secretion mixed with washing
powder and Magnifique.
Apple juice and weed. Viscous bodies and finally the taste of fresh air. I came
back with the feeling of safe depersonalizaton which I accepted and felt
comfortable with at that time. My mind was sharp, causing my head to ache and
my hair tangled despite of having it done before. The smell stayed with me for
a long time, together with the feeling of being permeated with something to
what my body reacted as if dealing with toxine. I know I will find myself there again soon, even if I don't want it now. As soon as I forget the smell, I will need it one more time, just to painfully hit the ground and feel hatred that incites my mind.