how did it come to this?
another day of exams. yet another day of hopeless wandering.
yet another day of question numbers, white fulscap papers, the bumps the inked words feel on my fingertips, the blackness of the words against the white printed sheet, the words swimming around in front of me like ants running in lines.
ants.
a whole colony of them.
running around, running over my feet, my arms, running into the ground and out of it again.
on the ground, underneath it - a maze of tunnels, more ants, food to spare and a place to sleep in. a labyrinth of black dots cramped together.
busy hardworking ants.
black dots, i'm back on my notes. my colourful notes, streaks of red, blue, green, purple smeared across the pages. the perfectly neat lines of black ink spoiled by my handwriting - scribbles and scrawls - and of course, the colours. i stare at the colours, they mix, blur, fade into obscurity.
the rainbow.
the rainbow in my mind bright and glaring against a backdrop of black. the black of my heart, my soul, my mind. music plays, i listen, i swoon.
my inner melody.
music to my ears but noise to others. i hear but am not heard.
i snap back.
