The screams of forever echoing across time & space from the past and the future to inform present me about something.
I’ve followed up on all the words I’ve longed to say to all the people I ever wanted to say them to and left little room for regret.
I’ve taken care of the tasks that have sprung up like undead beings in a zombie film and put them all down to save the day.
I’ve stared at myself and seen the genius/madness that lies beneath and faced it honestly to try to master that silent storm. It’s always work, but I am in charge of myself. I fight the ego with humility and when in doubt I hold my tongue from destroying that which is good.
Yet I’m still missing something.
And so I’m left with phantasms to chase like light filtering out through the ruined facade of a decaying city at the end of a long day. The words, songs, and images of what couldhavehasbeen that I cannot grasp dancing around and laughing at me as I try to guess their design.
“I’d like to solve the puzzle, Pat.”
I’ve taken to writing again and the previous is just a small excerpt of a greater body of work that I’ve been at for the past week. I don’t know when it will be finished other than when it is finished, but so far I think it’s got promise. Maybe I’ll give more of it when it’s closer to completion, but I thought this snippet would be enough for now. Enjoy!