Snippitts of Illusions

Walking to and from midnight on the wings of death we laugh innocently at ourselves. Holding hands in a playful way, we forget the imminent danger and when it comes thrusting forward, there is nothing in our hearts but fear. We laugh anyway, our naivity allows us too. A hushing echo surrounds. The blackest calm covers us like a blanket and a burning cold enters our bodies and causes a sigh. Our hands are released as our eyes peer in and out through the darkness hoping for a glimpse of these creatures who've split us apart. Then praying for a glimpse of the other. Only the cold tentacles of lonliness can be found. We scream the names of the other, but when the voice leaves our lips nothing but a breathe can be heard. Our breathing quickens. Our hearts pound like drums. Our thoughts fly out like real screams of fear and horror an nothing can quench that maddening deafness. The searing blindness fills our eyes with tears. Our hearts beat a tattoo of hopelessness.

We play a soliloquy screaming through our heads.

We grope. We grasp. Tears fill our eyes and we tremble. Each searching for the other until our throats are chalky red, and our eyes swollen. Black thoughts seep into us, and out of us. We're suffocating. The darkness is like an ocean. The sharks are swimming around us closing in. We feel the horrifying pain of thier teeth closing into us. We're dieing.

Then the dawn.

A thin sliver of light pierces the blackness and strikes a cord. The cacophony of silence is broken by a wave of relief. The cold things of the night slither away in an instant and the only sounds are the others hoarse whispers of thankfulness. We rush to other when the light of the sun illuminates the world for eyes to see. Laughter escapes our lips and a smile illuminates the world around us. An embrace. Hands held clenching tight, knowing that we could never survive a seperation again. We move on our way.... walking to and from midnight.

posted by F.G. Shaw @ 4:22 AM