A Blank Emotion
09/26/01
Ever get that feeling that you’re lost
Ever have that notion that you have no direction
Ever notice that energy, hidden in the mechanics of life
Yet, only blank if you happen to see it that way.
momentarily
as if some current of invisible ribbon
drew through your head and stole any thought
for a second or two
and you hesitate subconsciously
in a brief space where chaos overcomes logic
a faint instinct to flee
a dull cry to shout out loud
for no reason at all, for a blank emotion
or destination
And all that matters is the present:
One bright glimmer of hope, your savior
the rest of the world is silent and unknowing
oblivious
as it goes on with the same old routine
the same restrictions, the same requirements
but you, in another dimension
notice nothing but that one shining aura
as if making sure it’s only seen, only felt
When it wants to be
and it’s a fickle creature indeed
like a shimmering glow you cannot touch
but, ever caught it?
It can be done, and of course when you least expect it
and you wonder how you could have missed it
how so many still are blind to it
the ever-present, blank emotion
I wrote this in my high school junior English class for a vague/open/in-class assignment; I just kinda made it up on the spot. It really was a feeling I got sometimes--like the whole world around us is meaningless filler and the reality of it is that there is nothing at all. A matrix-y, "simile of the cave" type idea, I guess you could say. Ah, organized chaos.