In all that time, I had forgotten to Live…to truly honestly L*I*V*E.
The years, now turned to light, the seconds no longer creeping along, had finally caught up to me…
“Do it NOW”—the Voice whispered. “You KNOW what will happen if you wait for another moment to pass you by…”
And so—IT Began.
Two solid months of bumping, aching, seeking, learning, seizing the ever-loving essence from each breath given on the fringes of what remained of Normalcy.
There were a total of 60+ days of L*I*F*E lived in a Daze…appointments, rehearsals, check-ups, things no one could have prepared for, thrust not just on me, but on anyone casually passing by this cacophonous experience.
I would try to give warnings—a heads up as IT was descending around us, but to no avail…no one was ever spared…no quarter was given because none was deserved.
We were ALL culpable—culprits who had allowed these event to transpire.
And I? How did I fit in to this Electro-Shakespearean Dramedy? What was I…had I Become?
What if you imagine love & hate as physical things that grow larger & smaller at any given time…see it?
Living breathing “things” with a pulse and a beat, a rhythm of inhalation and exhalation…what then?
Is it harder to create our thing of hate…easier to create our thing of love?
And how, then, do we go about stopping, killing, this living, breathing love/hate “thing?“
Or, what if we instead turn our imaginings of the hate/love thing as parts of the same beast…just a bit of a lopsided creation?
With Love showing us one face & Hate another…Are these the cheeks we are supposed to turn, to offer?
Is this she-thing just one face split in two?
…or could our she-beast truly be a two-faced cretinous manifestation?!?
Inquiring Minds want—demand—and say they NEED to know.
I know my beasts, My burdens. I know what I see in the mirror and what’s there in the dark, still of the night…the thing I reach for in my mind’s eye. When all lights have gone out & when all hope has forsaken me…