There is the essence of falling-- a disorientation inside of her. Something feels like it shifts, though nothing changes. Not really. Everything is there. Thoughts, memories... like a library of knowledge. But it doesn't connect. Like the stories you read, they are of people and events that you can only imagine of. They're not hers... not hers not hers nothersnothersnothers--
On the outside she is like a rock; frozen in place. Her eyes are unblinking, wide and unseeing. Though the mechanism in the mechanical parts of her eyes are working just fine, there is no focus. They cannot separate one thing from another. It's blurring-- all part of one whole. Yet it is as though it's all foreign.
Everything feels miles and miles away. Even if she wanted to reach out to touch it-- there is the unquestionable sense that she can't. Her arm, her hand... they feel so heavy and yet-- as if they aren't connected to her body at all.
She cannot scream. Her voice-- what voice-- seems impossible to call upon. No matter what she does, nothing will obey her command. And in the stillness she understands
Nothing wants to answer her. Nothing will respond.
Re: 4/4
There is the essence of falling-- a disorientation inside of her. Something feels like it shifts, though nothing changes. Not really. Everything is there. Thoughts, memories... like a library of knowledge. But it doesn't connect. Like the stories you read, they are of people and events that you can only imagine of. They're not hers... not hers not hers nothersnothersnothers--
On the outside she is like a rock; frozen in place. Her eyes are unblinking, wide and unseeing. Though the mechanism in the mechanical parts of her eyes are working just fine, there is no focus. They cannot separate one thing from another. It's blurring-- all part of one whole. Yet it is as though it's all foreign.
Everything feels miles and miles away. Even if she wanted to reach out to touch it-- there is the unquestionable sense that she can't. Her arm, her hand... they feel so heavy and yet-- as if they aren't connected to her body at all.
She cannot scream. Her voice-- what voice-- seems impossible to call upon. No matter what she does, nothing will obey her command. And in the stillness she understands
Nothing wants to answer her. Nothing will respond.
Because nothing, none of it is hers.]