XI........... flange

When I see the face of one who have torn this heart apart it causes my insides to feel nonexistent and time suddenly slows to a drizzle. everything around me instantly points to that person and I cant fight the sudden feeling of ticks in my brain tissue. my heart starts weeping blood out of  old wounds and I fall to my knees, almost losing consciousness altogether. small tattered projector screens in the back right corner of my left side brain start to play old weathered tapes. memories of when we were friends, the projector burns the image of their face onto the screen. as I look at it my bleeding heart begins to beat faster, in 3/4 time. its like a nightmare, all I can see is their face and I cant stand to look at it. i want to look away but the poor muscles in my eyes have given up entirely. as the image burns slowly and painfully into my eyes something flashes to my left, another projector. my heart skips a beat and changes to 6/8 as a spark of hope shoots from the dusty ceiling fan. this projector is 379 times brighter than the old one and it instantly commands my whole attention. and then like a life saving breath your face comes into view and the whole room is lit with a soft warm light. the old projector catches fire and burns, giving off a purple black smoke. all is well.

look both ways before crossing the street, you might find a reason to take the next one instead.