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Spot of a Dot
By gentlyused
02 May 2007
I wrote this after I broke up with a girlfriend.  The depression that followed led me to write "Spot of a Dot."  Enjoy!

I am now a dot. Like this . A black hole. Volatile and infinitely dark. I don’t need an explanation, not to feel better about it. Feel how cold it is inside this dot, space is boundless, you can bathe your thoughts in this hostile yet humble and possibly honest environment. Who needs colour, when you live inside a dot? Better yet, when you ARE a dot.

All day today I felt like a dot, an invisible cloud of fury encased in a body of precisely oriented and programmed alien matter. I am losing my surroundings. No, they are not losing me, I am losing them. Forget about it all, just close your eyes, and become the dot. Be one with the dot, embrace the calming nothingness. Who needs drugs?

Most today pretend to be |||||h.u.g.e||||| flamboyant objects, but that just obfuscates things. I just want to be a dot, and today my dream came true. Not only that, I really like it. Why be an empty giant-1000, when you can fly unnoticed, absorbing nothing but bliss and filtering out mind numbing noise. Keep me going dot, keep me going. I need you now.

Reaching for my cup of tea I take a look into I n f I n I t y, and I like what I see. Truth, tragedy and broken promises all embrace me. But this time, I am free, no more a casualty of what I once thought of as beauty. There is not such thing as perceptions, emotions, or flamboyant congestions. Just me and my theories, looking through the spyglass of insanity.

Hostile

Hostility

Host

End,

.

Reviews

Written by stevetroster (1588 comments posted) 2nd May 2007
Well I'll say one thing.....it's different! 
SPOT the deliberate mistakes. 
Best wishes 
Steve.
Spot of a Dot
Written by CliffBowes (176 comments posted) 2nd May 2007
Hi GU, 
It can be very painful to break up with a girlfriend when you are a young person (I am assuming that you are a young person). As one gets older the pain is still there but you feel more like an O than a . and at my ripe old age more like a ? 
I liked the work althouh it could do with a little polishing. 
Keep up the good work. 
?Cliff? 

Written by fellpony (1652 comments posted) 2nd May 2007
some interesting thoughts in here and quite well expressed. Why's it in Poetry though? I think it belongs in Short Story or Sci Fi / Fantasy (lots of stuff in Short Story belongs in Sci Fi / Fantasy to be honest, so don't worry too much about it). You can edit and re save the work in another category.
dotty
Written by owl_light (34 comments posted) 2nd September 2008
lots of words going to 1 word lines. shouldn't there be four lines of 1 dot next followed by four lines of nothing or have I dot it wrong? 
Bit like wanting to curl up into a ball. foetus like. back to beyond a foetus and into the matter from the big bang which started it all. 
Great analogy to describe the feelings of inadequacy and emptiness which follow a rejection. 
Quite a lot for a dot. 
:-} 
ps have a dot joke: 
A kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out something 
'exciting' and relate it to the class the next day. 
 
When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little 
boy the teacher called on walked up to the front of the class .... 
and with a piece of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard and then 
sat back down. 
 
Puzzled, the teacher asked him what it was. 
 
'It's a period,' he replied. 
 
'I can see that,' said the teacher, 'but what is so 'exciting' about a period?' 
 
'Darned if I know,' he said, 'but this morning my sister was 'missing' one. 
Mommy fainted, Daddy had a heart attack, and the boy next door joined the Navy...

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