Live on the edge - or you take up too much space

Is there any other way to be, except edgy?

Monday, January 16, 2006

Aberration!

That is her first name. Middle name. Last name.

She's tried living life on the edge. Now she's on the edge.

She's been a couch potato this weekend.

Something's Gotta Give - she's Erica Jane Barry - lots of moments she identifies with - she wants to be a writer like Erica - her birthday strangely is in January too like Erica's - she has younger men wanting to be with her - what a strange co-incidence - but she's still looking...

For the Love of the Game - she's Billy Chapell when he sits by the bed at night, goes through the phone messages in hope and breaks down when there are none - that night is the biggest day of his life when the world hails him as hero - but he has no one to share it with - oh yes, she is Billy then, she is Billy now.

Storytelling on Vh1 - She hears Dave Mathews Band - she hears Coldplay - she remembers. Her memory strangles her slowly with its vice-like grip.

She has a birthday coming up over the weekend. She has a wish-list. But no one's asking, no one's listening, no one's there.

She sits alone. She ponders. She wants the 'Big Sleep'. Her lips quiver, her silent voice quavers. She knows she is an aberration. The known and the unknown envelope her world. She tastes the salt of the sea. On her cheeks. On her lips. Her body is racked by years and years and years of ... just ellipses. Her soul's eclipsed by the black. Of the Sea of ...Ness. Emptiness. Nothingness. Loneliness. Coldness.

Her life is a wasteland. She looks at her face in the mirror. She pulls at the corner of her chapped lips to form a smile. The face looking back at her grimaces, contorts, and the eyes look vacantly at a beyond. A beyond leading nowhere.

When will she be released? Her wait begins...

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