It's been a long day and so I return to my twilit room. I look around and see the evidence of myself. I see the pale ashes, all that remains of what was once a burning brand, a flare lighting up the smallest portion of space. I lie down and dream. A dream of getting away, riding in a vehicle with a blonde in my lap (Why do I have this thing for fair?), his lips pressed against mine, as the driver carries us far away from this mundane existence. A fleeting moment of pleasure courses through my very being as I believe, for that ephemeral split-second, that I am finally escaping. Escapism seems to be a core part of my personality lately.
There are a great many other things to do. I don't know when I will find time though. I need something that has some semblance of meaning. There still seems too little of that, although I can now see more than I did before. I want my life to sparkle.
"When you're standing on the edge of nowhere, there's only one way up and your heart's gotta go there. Through the darkest night you see the light shining bright, when heroes fall, in love or war, they live forever."
The shades of the distant yesterdays surround me. They reach up from the grave, trying to entangle me in their infernal devices. I won't let them have me. I possess the presence of mind to avoid the damnation of past events repeating. There will always be a new tomorrow, change will be the eternal promise of my existence. |
