Words swarm in my head buzzing like bees, looking for crevices to build humongous honeycombs suspended precariously.
Those words are not even mine.
They inundate unknown realms in my mind like oceans marauding the shores and swallowing unwieldy spaces, where my memories are stored, forming estuaries that keep alienating themselves.
Words froth buoying the surf breaking into suds, desperate to align themselves coherently.
But the light cuts their core till they reach my eyes smudging my pupils with rainbows.
My vision is a cliché kaleidoscope, having been fed with conditioned thought streams… a vagrant brook.
These words then start breathing.
Warm honey stings my brain.
I long to insulate it hanging on to the sweetness of just that word “ honey “.
I slowly shut out the din.
Every word seems to have its own decibel.
I don’t resist it though. A million mountains burst in my forehead, as I watch boulders roll away.
Slowly and very slowly I name every boulder till I watch each of them find its place.
I carve their names with the pain of past choices and turn the din into a melody placing them randomly till a pattern evolves in a musical progression.
I wait for the calamitous uproar to die a natural death. But no… it persists. Within me without me.
I transcend the loudness listening to my inner calm, till I taste the warm sweetness of honey that the bees left behind in the chambers of my head. Bees don’t sting this time.
I discern that dissonance is music too and start seeing everything with my ears for my eyes have taken a sabbatical.
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