Well, like the Prof says, "If you want to read minds there are easier places to start than Logan's." So, I decided to end with him. I tried to show the more chaotic side of Logan's mind- how it must be like after having people screw around with your head. This was definitely the hardest one for me to write, tell me if you think it turned out okay. And thanks to everybody who reviewed and stuck with me through it all. Enjoy. =]
THE FIFTH SENSE
Chapter 5 - "All I Can Taste Is This Moment"
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
Connected. Here all life is connected. Like scent and taste; inhale and feel the tang of sweat and steel and fear on the back of the tongue. The snow is outside tonight, inside is the heat- the cage where life is only a hole in the wire mesh through which the curious peer. In the background, a roar, growing and fading with its own life. Eyes open, darkness is around; one bright spot, a focus. The slipstream of time, a flash then gone- life, so fragile, broken in your hands and reshaped.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Something is... different. Separate? The mind is its own minefield. A place you yourself cannot even travel safely. To let others risk... unthinkable. Must protect. Keep away, dance away; life is a dance over hungry blades. A glass case that shatters, making millions of tiny mirrors. Each one reflects its own story, an epic remembered only in the fragmented half-rhymes of a blind poet. Nonsense, unless you have the key.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And the walls go up all around, to protect and seal away. And
the wall speaks for you, saying you don't care, and inside you drown reaching
out trying to pull it down. But the wall lies. It couldn't
speak, even if it knew truth... What is this thing truth? Truth is
beauty, that is all ye know on earth... but there is much more to know.
What do I know, how do I know, why do I know... Cut yourself on the
mirrors so the blood clouds your view, and the taste of it is copper in
the air. What matters- this moment. This is true. This
is real.