Her hair blew up, like a fire consuming paper, into her face, across her nose and slightly in her mouth.
The speakers blared, like a million loud horns, like someone was shaking her room inside a box, rhythmically, like tapping your fingers to a song on a desk. She was the desk being tapped on, it was beating her.
Beating her, but at the same time fixing her, like an egg breaking, but a baby chick emerging. She couldnt stay in the shell any longer, the shell was too small. Her voice was too small, her ears were muffled.
The static, playing along the edge, mimicking her mind, whirring faster than the road runner, blotching randomly, disappearing into everything, everywhere.
The music was erupting and bubbling, painting non-images, that were so clear in her mind. Millions of colors that werent even colors, just wonderful, like a masterpiece, a working collaboration. She couldn't describe it, nothing described it.
Her body was thrown around, unknowing to her, somehow not hitting anything in its path, just going, going like the beat. Everything was the beat, you couldnt distinguish sight from sound.
It became one, getting faster, getting slower, then-
stopping.

i am slipping through the AIRWAVES- the static is where you'll find me
inspired my 'Into the Airwaves' by Jacks Mannequin, gosh how i heart that song C:

i actually posted this on quizilla...but seeing as how quizilla officially sucks now... do you like it? sorry it's short