Mar 2014
He sat on his weathered couch in a dark and dank living room.
“Can you hear it calling?”
He seemed to speak to the silence.
“It yearns to lunge from my chest….Sometimes it pushes so hard.”
The words bounced off of walls and refracted…into…spider webs…
The heavy air loomed about his thoughts with unbearable weight. The darkness surrounding his cave seemed to expand forever.
“I don’t understand who has blessed me with this curse…is it arrogance or destiny?”
He sat with his large hands caressing the many wrinkles and divets of his wearisome and weathered face.
“You bring this upon yourself, you know.”
The voice echoed and boomed, enshrouding his very being.
It seemed the voice came from the walls…closing in….
“How can you say that?? Why would anyone do this to themselves??”
He shrieked in despair.
The walls themselves scoffed and howled in offense.
“This room. The blackness. The stench. The rotting carcass.”
Again the voice boomed with unrelenting and disconcerting authority.
“Who else is their origin? Things don’t just grow. Something manifests them.”
He pulled at his cheeks with his long and sharp fingernails, exposing the heavy dark circles below his bright and sunken eyes.
“How can I escape?? I never wanted this for myself! I can still hear it calling!”
His words pressed hard against the walls. The pounding energy of the blast continued to reflect and dance around shadows and spiders.
“There is no escape. You are a child of your choices and are chained to their destiny.”
At this he stood. He threw back the tattered and stained quilt he had been quivering beneath.
“Then I will face the darkness! I will stare fury and fire in the eyes and I will not quiver!”
He shot his hands into the sky and blasted a billow of flame at the rotting wood he called a ceiling.
“If this is my home then I shall call it my domain! If this is my destiny then I shall be its master!”
With a great toss of his hands he banished the darkness from him and walked out of the door.
“Can you hear it calling?”
He seemed to speak to the silence.
“It yearns to lunge from my chest….Sometimes it pushes so hard.”
The words bounced off of walls and refracted…into…spider webs…
The heavy air loomed about his thoughts with unbearable weight. The darkness surrounding his cave seemed to expand forever.
“I don’t understand who has blessed me with this curse…is it arrogance or destiny?”
He sat with his large hands caressing the many wrinkles and divets of his wearisome and weathered face.
“You bring this upon yourself, you know.”
The voice echoed and boomed, enshrouding his very being.
It seemed the voice came from the walls…closing in….
“How can you say that?? Why would anyone do this to themselves??”
He shrieked in despair.
The walls themselves scoffed and howled in offense.
“This room. The blackness. The stench. The rotting carcass.”
Again the voice boomed with unrelenting and disconcerting authority.
“Who else is their origin? Things don’t just grow. Something manifests them.”
He pulled at his cheeks with his long and sharp fingernails, exposing the heavy dark circles below his bright and sunken eyes.
“How can I escape?? I never wanted this for myself! I can still hear it calling!”
His words pressed hard against the walls. The pounding energy of the blast continued to reflect and dance around shadows and spiders.
“There is no escape. You are a child of your choices and are chained to their destiny.”
At this he stood. He threw back the tattered and stained quilt he had been quivering beneath.
“Then I will face the darkness! I will stare fury and fire in the eyes and I will not quiver!”
He shot his hands into the sky and blasted a billow of flame at the rotting wood he called a ceiling.
“If this is my home then I shall call it my domain! If this is my destiny then I shall be its master!”
With a great toss of his hands he banished the darkness from him and walked out of the door.
