no time

A sorrow that’s so sudden and huge and fleeting that there is no time to identify it as sorrow it’s a colossal wave colossal crashing overhead breathtaking because it takes your breath away and no time to savor it. The crash, the moment in the doctor’s office, the flames, the news of doom, an influx of sodium like a trillion tiny colossal waves crashing through a trillion tiny portals breathtaking because it takes your breath away.

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3 Responses to no time

  1. Drew Bixcube says:

    Jeez.

    Everything ok?

  2. ectovan says:

    Oh, yeah. It’s just a thought lozenge. You know, in case your brain was sore from thinking cheery thoughts.

    Sorry bout that.

    I warn you now that another one of those is in the hopper. They don’t depress me, but your mileage may vary.

    I just imagined what it feels like in the 3 seconds between the top of the cliff and the ground, and this is what I came up with. Just a sense of hugeness that–if you had a ‘later’–would be identified as sorrow.

    You can rely absolutely on the fact that I will never announce any dooms by way of an entry in this blog. Just ain’t gonna happen. So sit back, relax, and be depressed vicariously by words I make up.

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