above the chaos (above_the_chaos.s3m)

Onyx presents

above the chaos

july (ow! hot!) 5, 1995
Like a ghost, you pass
among them. Unseen,
unheard. With serenity, you
weave in between the
madness, as if the
hollering crowd were just
peaceful young trees,
worshipping the sun. But
no, this is anything but
peace. They run, they
scream, they trample. With
glazen eyes, you pass on
through, without a second
thought. They're all
blocked from you mind right
now. Your concoiusness
sees only the land, hears
only the birds, and your
footfalls. You feel a pain
in your arm. Faintly. You
look down. It looks like
a wound from a rubber
bullet. Eyes aglaze, you
return your eyes forward..
the pain is forgotten. The
masses continue to rush by.
Life has become a sureal
thing. You feel like you're
watching everything on TV,
though two cameras. It's a
spell you've put yourself
in, it seems. You're safe
in this spell. Mind over
matter? Mind away from
matter? Does it matter?
Does any of it? Not right
now. Nothing matters right
now. The arm will hurt
when the spell is gone. Too
bad. Maybe the crowd will
make more sence when the
spell is gone. Maybe not.
Maybe when the spell is
gone, the world will be
cruel again. Maybe you
won't be able to hear the
birds anymore. Maybe none
of it will be worth it
anymore. So for now, you
stay in the spell. When
did that nurse get here?
No matter. How long has it
been? Seconds? Hours? When
did you go inside? You see
a mirror. The face inside
looks like you, but it
doesn't. You raise your
hand and look at it. You
notice how it feels like
you control it, how it's
a seperate thing from your
mind, and your mind is
amused. A lazy, eerie grin
comes across your face.
You can feel it. It feels
funny. It makes you grin
harder. The nurse... looks
scared. You don't really
care. She probably thinks
you're on drugs. Ha ha.
Silly human. You giggle..
not like you normally
would... high pitched, and
strange. It amuses you too,
so you go it again. Louder.
The nurse leaves. Quickly.
Even MORE amusing. Maybe
she thinks you're crazy.
Maybe you are, Maybe when
the spell is gone, you'll
STILL be crazy. Right now,
that sounds like fun. You
look at your wound. Where
did it go? Healed? Haha.
Have you been here this
long? no... then...? Haha.
Silly body. Everything
feels like slow motion.
Just slow enough so you can
take in everything. You
move slow too. Like your
body is low on energy or
something. The brain has
better things to do.