I will just describe a sensory experience I had because my topic is more or less advertising my singing on Youtube.
I take several deep breaths, my head spinning below my knees as the blood rushes into my hair. I'm blind for the moment; I've closed my eyes to block out the floor so I can concentrate on my breathing. I hear chuckling and low murmurs of anticipation. It's running through me too. I can feel it with every hair that stands on end upon my arms.
Taking my last breath and holding, I stand. My arms are crossed tight like a shield, but whether to keep myself safe from outside of myself or to keep myself contained I cannot tell. I open my eyes briefly. Travis is there and lunges forward to push on my shield, trapping the air and forcing it from my lungs. Within a moment my head feels like cotton - light and full of air - but it's heavy all the same, and I sink under its weight. My legs gain elasticity and buckle at the knees, but the fall is a soft landing with no ground beneath. My head never touches the floor until I'm aware of it, but it's not immediate. All I know is the word turned shades of gray and red, like I was seeing my clotted blood.
I woke to carbonated skin. I felt as bubbly as Colbie Colait, but it was not starting at my toes. It was everywhere. My brain was running out my ears and eyes, extending through my fingertips and into my stomach. I felt like a nauseated soda. I could hear the fizzing underneath the incredulous laughter. - Cambria
I will just describe a sensory experience I had because my topic is more or less advertising my singing on Youtube.
ReplyDeleteI take several deep breaths, my head spinning below my knees as the blood rushes into my hair. I'm blind for the moment; I've closed my eyes to block out the floor so I can concentrate on my breathing. I hear chuckling and low murmurs of anticipation. It's running through me too. I can feel it with every hair that stands on end upon my arms.
Taking my last breath and holding, I stand. My arms are crossed tight like a shield, but whether to keep myself safe from outside of myself or to keep myself contained I cannot tell. I open my eyes briefly. Travis is there and lunges forward to push on my shield, trapping the air and forcing it from my lungs. Within a moment my head feels like cotton - light and full of air - but it's heavy all the same, and I sink under its weight. My legs gain elasticity and buckle at the knees, but the fall is a soft landing with no ground beneath. My head never touches the floor until I'm aware of it, but it's not immediate. All I know is the word turned shades of gray and red, like I was seeing my clotted blood.
I woke to carbonated skin. I felt as bubbly as Colbie Colait, but it was not starting at my toes. It was everywhere. My brain was running out my ears and eyes, extending through my fingertips and into my stomach. I felt like a nauseated soda. I could hear the fizzing underneath the incredulous laughter. - Cambria