Burnt By the Sun Buffy Letras:
This is ludicrous speed. What's here and now and
intended to be clear to the senses passes as a
blur. Obsession: desire, Desire: obsession. I know
the answer inside is fighting the image of beauty
and security. I can hear it gnawing at my
consciousness in the background. Groveling,
unnerving, yet deaf to nonsensical ears. I fear
why I desire. I understand how this all works and
yet I'm still fixated. Saturday nights are just
the start, a day or two into the week and I'm half
way back. By the time I get home I'm back there
again. I am completely aware and yet somehow I'm
forced to the margins. Bench warming and there
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seems little chance of me getting out alive. A
person no more. I watch and I watch. Absurd recap.
A person no more and it feels so good it hurts. I
watch again. Recapitulation. Worn down. This is
not where I want to be. Unfamiliar mirrors. I
wonder what has become of my life.

The gaps in our lives seem to be so easily
replenished with the products of our imagination,
allowing ourselves to believe that the touched-up
digital images of perfection are real and set the
standard for beauty and truth within ourselves.
But such things tend to leave a person more lonely
than she was to start with as the bombardment of
these images through entertainment and
advertisements remove us even more from the
rawness of life.
Letras: Buffy Burnt By the Sun [final]