__White Noise__

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes things can be confusing, sometimes you try to fix things and sometimes you make a really bad mistake.

White Noise 

The fuzz, the noise, the blare inside my head.

This noise, infused with outside sources creates a racket, thumps around my head,
bouncing from wall to wall with a shattering crack.
But slowly…the fuzz…
That is all it becomes.
My mind melds with this noise, until I cannot tell one from the other.
Everything just becomes a reverberating thud, thud, thud.
Over and over, inside my head, everything meshes together.
I think I can bear no more,
give me what you can, for I cannot stand this anymore.
But suddenly, perfectly timed, there becomes
 
nothing.
 
Not a sound, not a thought, just an endless white.
One cannot imagine the bliss this utter silence would bring.
Everything becomes clear black and white, no outside noises can penetrate and break into me.
I am free.
 
I stand in utter bliss, surrounded by nothing.
But slowly, slowly, other senses come.
Not like before, more like a dull and muted echo of what could be.
Then it hits me.
This was what I had wanted; this is why I welcomed the fuzz, the noise.
To drown out all the screaming and yelling and shouting and CLAMOURING for my soul.
Or so I had thought.
But now I am utterly alone, trapped in this white, noiseless world of my own creation.
Me trapped here with me.
I would have once given anything to escape that shouting, that external racket.
I would have weathered the force of a thousand blistering suns if it meant I could escape.
But now that I am here.
The echoey stillness of my own mind.
It frightens me.
I am alone (and lonely) and no noise can distract me from it.
The shadowy monster is in full view in this clear black and white world.
There is no hiding here, and I am kept under it constant piercing gaze.
This gaze, it strikes me, almost like a dagger right through my heart, I am paralyzed.
Help.


Submitted: June 13, 2009

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S.C. Kross

This is nice. I like the concept.
It becomes a little repetitive in small places. But it's really good, so it doesn't matter. ^_^

Sat, August 15th, 2009 1:37pm

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thankyou! i like the feedback...will keep in mind :)

Sun, August 16th, 2009 4:49am

autodocumentography

i like the free-flowing style of this and i disagree that it is repetitive.it seems to me that it doesn't repeat so much as bring you back full circle and then spiral outwards into the chaotic unknown.very nicely done.

Sun, August 16th, 2009 10:03am

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thanks! :p
its one of the few things that i have done really randomly and just decided to post for the sake of it.

Sun, August 16th, 2009 4:48am

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