Everything was silence, waiting for my song. Before there was a face to meet your face there was this tired man.
Within myself I felt the ripple indicate that change, whole and complete, was waiting in the still air between then and horrifying ******* Now.
Fight the pressure on your eyelids. Push the dark away. Feel around for the primal fear of death. You may cower from it always, but you may never again deny it.
Life is fire and pain. It is see through flesh and the dull ache of mending bones. It is screams heard before the dawn and so much courage. So much love and so much gritted teeth. So much stubborn justice. So much missed time and perfect accidents of arrival. Life is love, first and foremost.
So much comes down to timing, and so much comes down to skill. In between the two is where you can find me. The barrier is torn down, but it remains in our hearts and in our dreams. I wonder if I am what it will take to puncture the falling fog.
Where there was a void there is now my presence. My feet on solid ground. The world waits, poised to see what I do. I look upon my city, from high and from low. I feel the bile turn my stomach sour. I hear the voice in my head shouting that I'm insane. I see them waiting and I leap.