That Day 03

That day the rain brought with it dark clouds, cold and invisible wind infused with the chill of loss. The pale walls wore shades of irregular green, shadows dissolving into blue, revealing colors of indifference. Again, I was trying to deflect the sound of metal grinding against life by conjuring sounds of my own. Fingers frantically tapping on soft keyboard; bleeps and beeps tainting frequencies; balls of my feet repeatedly hitting wooden surface; bits of static ricocheting around skull.

That day, escape held no heft. I chose to simply be detached. From flesh, gravity, religion, opinion, and judgment.

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Excerpt from That Day, July 2008