On When Nothing Does The Trick
I stand up and walk around.
I look for something to take my mind off things. The room is home. There are stacks of books at one side. Some read and some almost forgotten. On the other side, there’s a big mirror, atop a table of glittered trinkets filled with dainty necklaces and shiny earrings.
For a while, I browse through the old books. There were penned thoughts on each side, dog-eared pages and words marked with lines to remember that they matter. I am reminded that I’ve read them before. The characters are still there, the scenes the same. I know the story all too well. I know how it ends. There was no point in being reminded of the past. And so I put the books down.
I pull a chair by the mirror and stray my glance on the charms laid in front of me. I pick a pair of bright earrings and tilt my head to see how it looks. It was as if I was fifteen again. I keep them on a while and tried other accessories, almost filling my head to the brim. Until I felt utterly ridiculous and ended up taking them all off. I thought, who am I kidding?
I go back to bed…
Wondering if being sleepless and in pain is as real as it was ever going to get.
The Pain Remains, Part II
(my attempt at prose)
