Scientifically speaking,
Sounds of words and song echo inside an empty skull, scraped clean of the once grey solid matter that clung on the smooth inner walls. Echos bouncing freely, moving quicker than can be understood, though not all waves are lost through the earholes which continuously feed the abyss. Light making its way through tiny holes are creating shadows of trees, of faces — smiling, frowning, laughing, sneering — and doubt. Through the front and like a projector, a fuzzy broken image dances on the back of the skull making the cracks and blemishes more apparent on the inside.
Conversations, smells, sounds, and visions occur regularly, making sense if only for a second. A twisted series of entropic energy knotted in a way a sailor would to keep the mast of the ships stable, all being tied together and all confusing to the one unfortunately designated to undo them.
With steps all the same length, breaths indistinguishable in pattern, blinking without rhythm, the turning of the sun and rising of the moon are impossible to distinguish apart. A lamp that lit a room so well, a bed that carried a sleeping soul undisturbed, and a quarter without character has now become somebody or something.
With the inside of the skull still a hollow place for continuous and disorganized interaction, the extremities for dimensional interaction become rocket science. When ricochets collide with each other, the probabilities of confusion increase. Like a black hole, the conflict causes a circular friction of a force that allows a storm to form easily — but this all begins and ends within.
A lonely head once heavy, is now thin and devoid of content. Forgotten its companion, forgotten its direction and misplacing the corks that once kept its lobes from drooping out slowly. A regular affair for the head to lose track of its own progress — though it has not been uncommon for the frontal, temporal or occipital lobe to escape for some fresh air. As history and observation would dictate, all who love their home eventually return and those who love their children will worry always.
