She drowns out the silence with her toys
She winds them up one by one till the clangs and rattles
Fill her head up so she can't hear the vaccum
She smiles
Someday the toys will die
Who will save her from the deafening truth then?
She winds them up one by one till the clangs and rattles
Fill her head up so she can't hear the vaccum
She smiles
Someday the toys will die
Who will save her from the deafening truth then?
That's so sad! Hopefully friends will come into the picture. Or family. Or some kind of meaning.
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no clue what u were tryin to say here
From the caverns of the apocryphal silence swirls forth a vision,
of different toys that clang and rattle,
She looks up puzzled, and then smiles that bewitching smile,
ah! so the toys had merely gone into hiding, after all...
for the truth is but a succession of illusions...
autogato - who is to say friends and family aren't the toys? :)
divinity - hmm.. like neo in the matrix.. or like wake up to realities of the silence.. do both these mean the same thing?
tq - maya?
wise man - aaarrgghh... why you pulling her towards more maya maaan.. hmm.. on the other hand a nice progression.. everything is real and nothing is real..
yeah ... that is one of the most fundamental principles to a better life...awareness of the illusory... we know the light, just haven't been able to see it yet...
:-))
me no pull TQ, she drag ass there...:-))
I see.
a negative solution would be to kill herself before she can handle the truths; decibel levels. but no idea what the post or its context is.
Hi,
Could these toys be part of an imaginary world form which reality abstains? Could these toys be distractions placed to attract the last remnants of a child? Is the silence feared so strange when so many have wallowed in it before your eyes? I can but wonder how long you shall build these toys or perhaps even wish to play with them? I lost my toys a while ago and simply drift upon the open waters of silence. It is not scary in the least just an all encompassing, never-ending blankness of space that heaves below its surface promises of things dark and rusted I fear the drowning but that is some distance yet and may even not be a loss.
luv
Mcx
hmm..nice post...beautifully written..
@ oz - liar! you've understood perfectly well what the post is about.
@ mcx - your words and ideas all tumble and flow into one other yet the space between the lines convey quite well the things you wanted to.
@ frissko - thank you.