Someone like you.
What do you hear in your heart when you find yourself alone in the darkness, feeling the familiar weight of solitude? Do you feel an emptiness? Does your mind wander through fields of longing? What place is this we find ourselves trapped, fighting against the inevitable entrapments of desire and dreaming about worlds that will never be. Is this our curse? Cast into the sea of fabricated potential, fated to drown beneath its waves. The human experience is colorless and bleak in isolation. Nothing if not for paths crossing by chance. Spreading out through dimensions unknown; the distance between paths seemingly infinite. I feel the force on my heart. Its strength is overwhelming. But the answer must find its own way. It cannot be created synthetically. How long will the darkness remain? What can we expect to see in the light of tomorrow? I wonder...
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I remember wandering dark streets on rainy nights and coming across the forgotten and abandoned, holding badly scrawled messages of desperation. "I could lie to you and ask for money for food. But I need the money for bud and beer."
I dropped a drachma into the shallow depths of icy cold detachment. "Have one on me."
For some, that could pass as a handout. To me it was a handshake with an untouchable. It gave me a warm feeling and a glimmer of light at the other end of an indeterminable tunnel. Two paths crossing in the stream of consciousness.
The dim light in the distance grew brighter if for but an instance.
Posted by: Bob | December 21, 2002 06:00 PM