And The Applause Was Loud

the heavens appluaded me for a magnificent performance the other day. i could hear the cheers of the audience ringing in my ears, smelling wonderful red and green smells around me. i was almost crying with orgasmic anticipation for the next second, and the next, and the next... and it seemed like it would last forever.

i knew i didn't have the power but i tried everything i could to prolong the feeling. i bowed lower, i smiled to everyone, i laughed, i walked left, i walked right... because i knew i would only be able gaze into the eyes of that particular emotion once and i'm not sure if i would still be able to feel it after a very long time.

but like all good promises, the promise of spending eternity under the canopy of gratuitous praise had to be broken, and i had to strip myself of everything. paula cole said she was a self-obsessed artist. i guess i am too. heaven got tired of the applause and everywhere was silent. i was all washed up, and i had to set foot home.

i'm going to miss walking under the rain.