||[Feb. 15th, 2006|11:41 pm]
|||||brian eno - going unconscious||]|
I was so suppressed when I awakened. In the shower and during the breakfast it was getting even worse. And when I took on my shoes I’ve felt that something terrible is going to happen. Obviously it was not enough to commit suicide, but the eerie thoughts exacerbated the situation.
I locked the door and came downstairs while experiencing the bad feeling of something inevitable when rays of the morning bright yellow sun touched me with their gentle warmth and suddenly all was gone.
I was levitating in the yellowish opaque nothingness moving not a single muscle. I tried to adjust my blurred mind to the beckoning palpitating light, albeit somehow I understood it was descending through the dim substance of my exuberant imagination which engendered ominous silhouettes that tortured me.
Some kind of a perverted curse muffled these ravings interlacing them with the mutilated pictures of my past.
My erratic thoughts sunk in the void taking all the troubles and problems with them. I was recuperating. And I’ve soared feeling completely pacified by inscrutable incantation.
And when I was back standing in the sunlight I knew that something divine had happened to me. Never have an angel touched me before.