Deep into another sleepless night, I crawl from my safe cocoon. Devilishly disgusted as silence I can’t get comfortable even under the faded glow of the smartphone screen. Too many devils haunt my memories exerting just enough pressure to fire the triggers in my head. Words offer some comfort, so too the mindful meditations of a less than all mighty. Growing up in a dance of vulnerability and stoic grace. Our fathers showed no mercy except for brief moments under oil-soaked light. While mother’s with so much to do, parading out of one age into another, from one fabricated dream into another.
This left me standing with guides as varied as the seasons. Jaded to the point of cynical larceny. Forced into burying my feelings and swallowing even deeper set anger. I imitated those around me with such grace and precision. So as the clock strikes three, my body much weaker than my mind. I grow tired of all the noise of eternal optimism now crushed like a grape. I try to comfort myself once again with the strength of others. Drawing deep from the deep well of a distant ember, that always reminds me. I am not alone.