Darkness spills across the landscape, swallowing the lingering light
of a late summer day. I sit within the silence, enjoying the long
shadows that stretch all around me as my thoughts drift into the broken
crevices of my mind.
Old memories surface, questions lingering behind my eyes as a
hornet's nest of emotions buzz angrily into existence; a thousand stings
of rage at such an unwanted intrusion. How dare I awaken
them...jostling them into a frenzy of unresolved contempt and
resentment.
Searching these old internal chapters I've unexpectedly reopened
festering wounds hidden beneath a mask of silence. Waiting for that
moment when the warmth of curiosity would bring them screaming back to
life.
The soul has become a blackened, heavy thing. Desperately I fight the
urge to reach inside and dig it out, cut out the pain and halt this
madness induced delirium.
Just to feel somewhat normal again. To be free of this internal
chaos, this waste of energy driving a rational mind toward the edge of
oblivion.
Words are fleeting, broken things. To make sense of this disheveled
soul, to pluck out the crazy and find peace in the dark. To be
empty...to be still.
No longer be at the mercy of a weary heart.
I fight to make sense of things, to bring logic to the forefront when
irrational emotions are desperately trying to destroy the delicate
foundations of my weakened sanity. They slash at me, clawing at the
remains of my spirit as I struggle to drag myself toward a distant
source of light.
I will find my way again. I will make it.
I've got nothing left to lose.
-Fades to Black-
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