I'm afraid a monster will taunt me with delight during this storm. The rain picks up then mellows out every now and again. When it stops I hear tinkering in the garage.
If I encounter that thing, I am prepared. I just have to decide if I want it to take me or not.
Everything always seems like the moment before.
A women runs up the stairs and stumbles before the man yanks her.
I fear fumbling up the stairs.
There is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths- I find the lyrics to this song to be enchanting and oh so enticing. Simplistic yet profound.
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because its not my home, its their
Home, and I'm welcome no more
And if a double decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by you side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine...
The imagery my mind creates when I listen to this song brings relief. It tugs me in two directions. The first finding a glimpse of happiness before death. The second obviously pure genuine love. This song was the song that my first lover and I chose as our own when we were sixteen. It seems like its been forever, but it has only been about two years since. Our light unfortunately went out, but this song still shimmers.
I stood along the edge of the cliff peering out. My left foot on a patch of grass that grew from a crack on the tan piece of turf, my right slightly dangling. A piece of the earths crust was concealed in the cup of my hand under my double wool grey coat. I gave it up and let it meet the bank below while eagerly awaiting the echo.
I wondered what it would be like to be that rock. I longed to meet the earth, but did not want to acknowledge that the rock was nearly invincible.
Screening vulnerable traces
Into a presentable force
Curtaining cowardly fears
Hiding stitched remorse
Emotions express on faces
Sicken within threats fears
Poisoned community with possession of wine
Arise for cheers
I felt I was the paintings in the cave. Hence, the graffiti on the rock near the river far from my native tribe of nothing. I was in the land of alone, peering from the harbor of unknown thoughts and reminiscences.
I've always been there. Its as though I'm bound to that place like a spirit bound to a haunting ground searching for their remainder. I'm stuck, with nothing but every branch,leaf, and false imaginary canoe made of twigs.
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