Favorite Quote of the Day

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov

Aug 20, 2014

Too Much {Inspired by Noise, a song by Colton Dixon}

The world was spinning around and around, stars flashing before her eyes. Blues and reds and whites and purples buzzed around, blinding and beautiful and disorienting. Everything was black, all except those lights. Stretching out a hand desperately, she tried to catch hold of something, anything that she could hold onto, but there was nothing, and everything was begging for her attention.
"Me, Me, Me" They all seemed to be chanting as they buzzed around her, flying in her ears, into her eyes, attacking her back, her hands, her cheeks. "Me, Me, Me, Me."
A panic arose in her chest, and she fell to her knees, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart pounding wildly. A cold sweat dripped down her neck, and she covered her eyes, shaking her head.
"No, no, no, everyone go away, everyone go away!" She cried softly, tipping over and curling into a ball. But nothing was going to go away, they never went away. They knew she would stand up and try her best to pay attention to all of them again, eventually just to fall back down. She knew she needed to abandon some of them, leave them behind, but they were all calling so loudly and she wasn't sure of which one to let go.