You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star. —Friedrich Nietzsche
Above: Cognitive overdrive. Or, in my world, Thursday.
What do you know of a mind like mine— split at the seams yet looking just fine? A stained-glass skull whose colors skew, gleaming at dawn, then fracturing through. What would you do with a brain this wild— keen as a blade, then lost like a child? It sprints, it slips, it sparks, it stalls; it punches the clock, then bounces off walls. We move so fast that time turns slow, hypersense swells—a riptide below; sound rolls in waves, light drags like tar, I drown in data with no guiding star. Tics like flares ignite the core, neurological shrapnel of my hidden war; left means right and stop shouts go— what compass guides when circuits blow? Victories smear like prints on glass, each triumph slips before it can last; anguish hangs thick, a storm-born gale— do I sit safe at dock or set full sail? An engine starved of vital oil, pistons scream in friction’s toil; RPMs redline; the throttle revs high, all this horsepower, but nowhere to fly. One step forward, two steps slide; cracks run deep—but so too does pride. Still I rise and keep the fight, lighting the torch tho’ sleepless night. Every fracture tells what smooth can’t say: gold-veined proofs of a fiercer way. Kintsugi sings that wounds accrue, yet every break makes something new.
Per my about page, White Noise is a work of experimentation. I view it as a sort of thinking aloud, a stress testing of my nascent ideas. Through it, I hope to sharpen my opinions against the whetstone of other people’s feedback, commentary, and input.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom