Clarity

2005-11-08T19:09:00.000-08:00

I remember this day very clear; crystal clear day and air. I could breathe, breathe; perhaps for first time, perhaps for second, or perhaps a third. In any case, the leaves were falling and one could imagine the regular, melancholic fall paysage; regular is not the right word, because this was extremely transparent, translucent scenery. Here voices tell me that time stops during fall. What fall and what time? What are you talking about? You mother fucka?
Pure, it was high time I used this word; pure was the air like a crystal and something more. Yeah, What? As if someone has stubbed the bubble in the right place and destroyed the hermetization of the vacuum; the fluid spilled and disappeared forever in the eternity to make the air of that day fresh and lucid like the apple of an eye. However, the iris of the eye was misty and reddish? Why? Because the fatigue of the mind oppressed the nerves and they turned the eyes red. Poor brain…; why poor? Cause the stagnant state of his existence burdened him and rendered him deaf, but not blind as of yet. The important here is that the brain, actually, knew that while the needle stubbed the bubble it dissolved the spell. I shouldn’t have spelled out the secret; I shouldn’t have told you that it was the needle that did this. I should have kept that secret till the end. But anyway, the needle saw herself so much obliged to do it and though shameful, she understood well that she did it for me. Yeah, needle, you see I told everyone that you did it – feel bad now, even though you did it for me. Some say that this is human nature, others say that this is animal nature that is indelible part of human nature. If I say nature one more time I will stop writing and throw the whole story in the trash. But that’s what they say… they called it treachery.
Pure was the day and I don’t know if the needle was the one or whoever made that clear but in this day I had no fear, I was so… I looked around, I breathed, or I inhaled the wind. Leaves were all flying around so freely, with such a grace. And I was there… Shhh…Silence, relax… I heard again one of those voices calling I turned and till I know the needle stabled the apples of my eyes in the name of vengeance, she said. Now the brain was not only deaf, but blind as of now. But he could murmur, he could speak, he could talk, he could scream. But for first time, maybe third, he laughed and kissed the needle.
Clarity was no more to be seen. Now, it was cold; and yet not that cold to scold the brain who screamed and called people to aid. They respond this was what human nature was.

Reaason

Clarity