White
Soma

I was down near the ground and I was trying to be good and quiet like I had been told to be but the noises were loud and I didn't know what was going on all I knew was that I was supposed to be good and quiet and keep close to the ground like They said I needed to be, but sometimes I just couldn't help it and my arms would go flailing and I would try to stop them - my very very best, I swear - but they would keep going and I would have to try even harder and they still wouldn't come down but eventually they would get tired and fall down and I would hope that no one saw me not being good and quiet because I didn't want to get in trouble but every time it was OK and no one saw me so I didn't get in trouble but the noises were loud, loud, and I wanted to get up to see the noises but I didn't want to get in trouble and when my arms were in the air I could feel the noises and they were in my fingertips and on my hands and in my ears and I could feel them but I kept my head on the ground even though I wanted to see them so badly because sometimes there's things you can see that you weren't meant to see and you don't know what happens if you see them and They told me the noises were those kinds of things so I kept myself down near the ground but the noises were still there and my head was pounding and it wanted to go look but it was scared like I was because it didn't know what would happen and because They would get us in trouble but I wanted to look and it wanted to look so I had to keep my hands on my head or else it would go up and it would look and They would see it looking and we would get in trouble and I am scared of what would happen if I looked and if I saw it because They said it was one of those things and my head is pounding pounding pounding and it wants to go up and the noises are loud but I want to go up with it but I can't and then my arms are flailing and I can't get them to stop and I'm trying trying but they won't come down and I hope that They don't see and my arms aren't on my head and I can feel the noises in my fingertips and in my arms and in my body and my head wants to go up and see the noises the loud noises and I can't stop it anymore and I go up with it and the noises are there and they are loud and bright and my arms stop moving but I do not put them on my head and I stay up and the noises are bright and beautiful and they swallow everything they touch and their fingers are white and long and their bodies are white and everywhere and they smile but you cannot see it because they are so bright but you know they were smiling because they must be smiling and I do not care if They see me because the noises are there and loud and beautiful and I do not want to go back near the ground and I do not want to be good or quiet I want the noises and that is all I want and the noises are still loud and their fingers are reaching out and I want to touch them and I feel them and I can smell their whiteness and they are reaching and my arms are out and they are trying to reach and I do not try to stop them and the noises are loud and inside of me and white and beautiful and then there is nothing.