: a tumblr where anybody can post. & my 2 cents
When I was a little kid I thought I could sing just like Johnny Cash. I’d sit at the kitchen table drawing pictures and singing The Ring of Fire.
“And it burns, burns, burns
the ring of fire,
the ring of fire”
”I sound just like him, don’t I!” I’d smile to my older sister. and she’d just laugh at me… I was confused, I was hurt. Why would see laugh at my powers?
Each morning, looking into the bathroom mirror and brushing my teeth, I would stare into my own eyes as I shook violently. In the middle of the vibrant shaking I would see a dark stillness. And it was from this dark stillness that the man in black would step forth and take possession of me, like a whispering sonic boom. - from this warm embrace I would sing
“And it burns, burns, burns
the ring of fire,
the ring of fire”and the toothpaste would run out of mind like static lec’tricity
wire itself into the grout
and the fused brightness flashing
would brand itself into my heart
“Because your mine,
I walk the line,”I would sing, like a rabid zombie.
The sweet relief in that Johnny Cash himself protected my very soul… and now my sister was gonna fuck with this?!
“Ohh but the fire went wild.”
And they found a piece of her everyday for the next eleven hundred years.
