Ice Cube
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Ice Cube
There is a part of me who feels like screaming right now. I'm not too sure why, but that is the feeling I had when I woke up from my afternoon nap. This, urge to scream my lungs out but can't, because everybody is home. Perhaps tomorrow, when they are all out - Mom will be at the office while my sister will be in school. Hold it until then, hold it until then. But right now, that is what I feel like doing, to scream.
Depression-spell must have struck while I slept. This must be how ice cubes feel like white hanging over a boiling cup of hot coffee by the claws of a tongs. If ice cubes have a conscience, this must be how they feel like before being plunged into a hot cup of liquid, fearing that they will dissolve and melt inside gradually. That was the first analogy that came into my head, and though I recognize that it might not be the best analogy, it was still the first thing that I thought of when I woke up. I wonder why I am feeling this way now, this fear of being dropped...it's strange.
I guess I am tired, I need a break from...well, something. It's not like I am not taking enough breaks nowadays, but perhaps I need something to get my mind off things? Before that actually happens, I just need to scream my way out of this frozen prison, this accursed ice cube surrounding me. Burst my way through, find a safe place to collapse and fall asleep. But for now, I am trapped here, feeling weird and I have no idea why.
I've given you all my secrets, so when does it start to get better?
There is a part of me who feels like screaming right now. I'm not too sure why, but that is the feeling I had when I woke up from my afternoon nap. This, urge to scream my lungs out but can't, because everybody is home. Perhaps tomorrow, when they are all out - Mom will be at the office while my sister will be in school. Hold it until then, hold it until then. But right now, that is what I feel like doing, to scream.
Depression-spell must have struck while I slept. This must be how ice cubes feel like white hanging over a boiling cup of hot coffee by the claws of a tongs. If ice cubes have a conscience, this must be how they feel like before being plunged into a hot cup of liquid, fearing that they will dissolve and melt inside gradually. That was the first analogy that came into my head, and though I recognize that it might not be the best analogy, it was still the first thing that I thought of when I woke up. I wonder why I am feeling this way now, this fear of being dropped...it's strange.
I guess I am tired, I need a break from...well, something. It's not like I am not taking enough breaks nowadays, but perhaps I need something to get my mind off things? Before that actually happens, I just need to scream my way out of this frozen prison, this accursed ice cube surrounding me. Burst my way through, find a safe place to collapse and fall asleep. But for now, I am trapped here, feeling weird and I have no idea why.
I've given you all my secrets, so when does it start to get better?
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