wrong world.

everything is wrong. everything in this world is wrong. it smells wrong, the smell of human sweat is everywhere. its salty aroma hangs on everything. clothes, walls, the air itself is weighed down by the smell. they use synthetic flowers and musks to mask the smell, but it cuts through and invades my nostrils. i can't get away from it. it is the last sense i had before i drift off to sleep and it is the first rude awakening in the morning. sometimes, at night i wake to find myself on the verge of vomiting because of the stench. it is everywhere. i try to wash it off in the shower. i scrub and scrub, hoping to remove it, but even after my skin grows red, the smell is still there. i try to drown myself in the bathtub. i fill it as high as it will go, and hold my head under. finally, there i finally escape it. the smell cannot swim, cannot find me in the water. but soon my lungs overpower my will and i am forced to the surface where a huge helping of that smell awaits to thrust itself down my throat, choking me w/ its foul nature.everything is wrong here.
 it all looks wrong. everything is washed out or hypertensive. it is just shades of grey, differening only in strength and brightness. then at certain moments, a sudden burst of hyper-color is brought forth and i have to sheild my eyes. the grass is alway sickly yellows or radio-active green. it is never the color it should be. as is the sky, the ungraspable sky is the wrong colors, save for dawn and dusk. only a few brife minutes, does it look right, when the sky is on fire w/ shades of blue and red thrown together so perfectly, but time always moves on, and the moment is gone, soon the bland darkness or the harsh light washes everything away again.
this world is not right. it isn't meant to be this way. nothing tastes as it should. the air is flavored w/ poisons, from machine and man. the food is all wrong. it shouldn't be the uniform flavor of the moment of initiation, then the disappointment of the after taste. everything should be savord, the very air that rushes over my tongue, should be thick like honey, sweet like chocolate, fulling as a four course meal. instead it is thoughtlessly inhailed and violently purged.
its all wrong, it all sounds wrong. everything is a whisper or a shout. all one tone or another. the human tongue cannot produce the melody and the human ear cannot hear the harmony. what one person says, is not what another hears. thoughtless ramblings are used to fill voids of conscious silence, instead of saved for true moments of grace. everything is said and heard on one plane, on word is only existing on one plane. it is wrong, one word should reverbrerate though every plane, range, and universe. instead, it is only a ripple across the top of the pond, only existing on the surface.this isn't how it should be.
everything should be different. the ground should not feel solid, when it is anything but. the air shouldn't be moved through as if it is not there, it should caress the skin, like moving through silk. the skin should be able to feel everything around it, the vibrations of the earth below it, the electric charge in the sky above it. the feel of anothers eyes upon it. clothes are worn, but not felt. soft is not soft, it is warm. the touch of two bodies should be felt as a electrical and thermal exchange. nothing should be touch just because something touched it. pain should not be just pain, but pain and pleasure all at once.everything is so quite and it shouldn't be. i
t is wrong, it is just so wrong. when silence overcomes, it should be filled w/ a million unsaid words. nothing should be thought or said, but universally heard. no word should be needed to greet a loved one, nor to express anger toward a rival. one shouldn't be on surrounded by many. one should be one of many, connected. all connected, leaving no one alone, no one forgotten, no one mis-understood. the one should be man and woman, earth and animal. all bound together. but it is wrong. all are tore apart. all are lonely and forgotten. all are deaf children in a dark cave, despreatly seeking others to grasp on to, so that they don't have to go to sleep alone.this world is so wrong, this is not how it was meant to be. something was over-looked, something was skipped. some piece is missing and until it is found or replaced, nothing will ever be right. everything will be cold, painful, a distastful stentch that cannot be escaped or cured. we are all lost until we save ourselves.


This is an original piece and as such no part, in part or whole may be used without my, Chelsea Johnson, written consent.