Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Flows Into Today
What started yesterday flows into today. Questions haunt me as the choir taunts me. Their song is loud. I've only seen the Many Armed Knight once today, but I haven't looked for him. My efforts are simply to stare at my screen and the television; I can't seem to do much else without their interference. They even interfere with my typing. I have to check everything and read the lines I write twice: sometimes, I will read or type the wrong phrase. It takes effort to write this. No moment is quiet or quite my own. The rest of you can't see, hear, or smell them, but I can. Sometimes they're all I can see.