| Walking through the forests I see the yellow moon over head. Screaming silence to deaf masses striving to become more connected with their inner latte flavors and decisions on which color for their new hummer goes with their soul type. The moon’s secrets are only left to ones who listen and shut out the material desires that have eviscerated so many other’s independence and free will transforming them into mindless sheep, ready for the slaughterhouse. So I walk under her watchful gaze, shining rays upon the water, casting wavy images on the trees. A towering streetlight a few yards away lights everything it touches like a soccer field, but as I walk I realize I’m walking to a place where there is no light, where evil lurks, where the darkest form of power can be gripped and taken from all the dark recesses of the night. But. I cannot walk that path without fear, the first creature I walk by scares me, more because I don’t know whether I could defeat him or not. So I walk back to the light and find myself pained by the direct light. I have no true niche, no true place. I cannot go into the complete darkness fore I cannot lose the core humanity and fear that staples themselves continually to the back of my mind. Yet, the path of light is too hard for me, to righteous for my past sins, which have never been washed away. Nor would I want to forfeit them, I wear them like badges marking my futile victories in this chaotic existence. I have to survive by judging these blends of lights and darks, never quite having enough of either yet sustaining my need for both. So all I can do is to continue to keep caressing the silky shadows and embracing these muddy twilights. |
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