ON FEAR #1
What is it all about?
What? What keeps us moving across the horizon, till we are swallowed in the darkening twilight?
I am a dreamer...a fool who scares himself with thoughts that fall into place, when I am not looking. Have you ever seen something that is truly scared? I have.
It was a small dog that lived across the street. Brown and Soft. That is all I really remember about it.
I love dogs, I called the dog, and it started across the road towards me. It's breath vibrant, eyes warm.
The cement truck driver tried to explain why he was speeding in a residential area. He could not explain to the crushed dying animal that he was late, and afraid of losing his job, Nor to the owner who stood beside him.
Where was I you ask?
Still standing on the other side of the road. I was still remembering the last acts of the dog. I do not believe I moved for over 10 minutes.
The animal froze when it felt the truck, then went totally soft, then totally rigid. It had no time, and it knew it. His body slammed sideways, his eyes rolled, and then the truck was between us.
If I had kept my mouth shut, fate and time, would have left this happy creature in the noon day sun. As it was my voice had sent it, to the reddening, sunset, horizon, and then into eternal night.
I grew sick and vomited.
I was like a man who realized God must be human too. Could I be that small, red, brown lump of fur to the Lord? Would he someday call me, and if so would the devil crush me driving a cement truck?
I realized what I was thinking and laughed. I am an Atheist.
There is no plot to my life, only images and colors.
~~~niantar~~~
What is it all about?
What? What keeps us moving across the horizon, till we are swallowed in the darkening twilight?
I am a dreamer...a fool who scares himself with thoughts that fall into place, when I am not looking. Have you ever seen something that is truly scared? I have.
It was a small dog that lived across the street. Brown and Soft. That is all I really remember about it.
I love dogs, I called the dog, and it started across the road towards me. It's breath vibrant, eyes warm.
The cement truck driver tried to explain why he was speeding in a residential area. He could not explain to the crushed dying animal that he was late, and afraid of losing his job, Nor to the owner who stood beside him.
Where was I you ask?
Still standing on the other side of the road. I was still remembering the last acts of the dog. I do not believe I moved for over 10 minutes.
The animal froze when it felt the truck, then went totally soft, then totally rigid. It had no time, and it knew it. His body slammed sideways, his eyes rolled, and then the truck was between us.
If I had kept my mouth shut, fate and time, would have left this happy creature in the noon day sun. As it was my voice had sent it, to the reddening, sunset, horizon, and then into eternal night.
I grew sick and vomited.
I was like a man who realized God must be human too. Could I be that small, red, brown lump of fur to the Lord? Would he someday call me, and if so would the devil crush me driving a cement truck?
I realized what I was thinking and laughed. I am an Atheist.
There is no plot to my life, only images and colors.
~~~niantar~~~