The Transparent Mind
What if our minds were transparent, what would we see? In the mind of a murderer? Torn flesh, unending screams,showers of metal pain, and all of it the same morbid color of red, blood. In the mind of an entertainer? A million faces, the thunder of applause, roses raining at your feet, and i single bright light, spotlight. In the mind of a teacher, and obediant class? In the mind of a leader, strength? An athlete, the finish line? A simpleton, elevator music? If my mind were transparent, what would you see? Cold biting rain whipping through a dark sky and around the protruding spirals of a gothic-style mansion? If you sliced off the top of my head, would words, feeling and music spill out? If you probed my brain with your finger, could you bust an abstract artery and let loose a stream of unbridled emotions? If you carved two peak holes and gazed through a window in the mansion of my mind, would you find every room filled with drawers and paper scattered about in need of a spring cleaning? What if my mind were transparent? What would you see?
MonstaJam · Wed May 10, 2006 @ 12:20am · 0 Comments |