Endless Array
Yet another night spent at home. Watching tv and reading other peoples entries. Thank You cyberhost for leaving the note but thinking of myself got me no where. It actually got me to a place i didn’t want or expect to be. I know how easy it is to hate, it doesn’t take any effort. Particularly hating someone. To hate someone and make them feel hated you need only not to talk to them, to pretend they never existed. It was weird going for my walk today. I have listened to the same songs on my mp3 player while i walk for the past 4 months. It pretty much consists of Tool, Live and Pearl Jam. Today was different though, the whole way i thought of a scene as if it were a movie. It pretty much consists of a man in a room. Theres no windows, just stone. He is there for what seems decades but every so often a door would open. Never from the same wall, as if they appear out of no where. It’s dark and through the door comes some creature. Not human – not animal. It tortures the man, screams can be heard everywhere. The place is hell, or what i think hell would be like that. One night he hears a girl scream. He changes, becomes stronger over time. One night, asleep he has a dream, the first in many years. Its of his love he left behind. His eyes open, the room becomes brighter and things in the room become clearer. Another creature enters but the man stands up. He walks across to the creature and hits him with such force it sends him across the room. Broken and souless the creature remains motionless on the floor.
I could go on but i’d imagine thats boring 😛 It gives you the main idea, just strange that this comes to mind tonight. I normally think of things that have happened and things that i can make happen. Maybe i just couldn’t handle all that today.
Pull the black back, expose the white wash sky,
An endless array of white light slowly dies.
The Shadow that exposed the world and then a glimpse of light,
Maybe its time to die but not tonight.
So finally I get around to RYN: Thanks, I can’t help but think about it though, I must somehow extract this from my psyche. Even though I will never be able to explain it… I will wait for now. If I still feel the same months from now, perhaps then I will know that it’s time to try to reconnect with him. Bah, as if! If I make it that far, I should retreat with what little is left of myself.
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