Eternity

So it seems the flames have been suffocated. 

The structure is scorched from the base up in such rhythmic, beautiful patterns of failure. It lurches against fate in such a melody that great curved mounds protrude at the point where a palm or neckbone would be PRESSED. 
Behold the memory of the press; in a clouded, lover's shove. 

And then it is-the light, of a thread-bare window frame, strikes the sharp edges of charcoal wreckage...and slices off of the frame of a figure; enveloping a heavy gold light to the very edges. 
Pencilled stance bent into a lean for centuries - the figure stands - with both hands 5'd to a black wall; while glimmering icy eyes - round with resolve - stare on, POSSESSED. A sight never to be stumpledUpon. The sight you see, of the beginning of eternity....it reverberates a delayed, stricken, shiver up the frail frame of the boy watching from a distant door crack. Paralyzed, feeling that it hurts somehow in a place he doesn't know. 

The boy doesn't yet understand. 
Doesn't yet understand the violence in the world, or the violence of giving every last breathe to a dream. 

[ Somewhere in the night - of the past - the one the boy watches is searching, searching, amongst city markets and airplane passengers. 

And finally, finally, commits to rest - knowing each time, each night, that in the thick of sleep a cold sweat will take ravage grip of every pore and limb. Waking with eyes still closed and drenched, - knowing, knowing that something tall and dark is waiting at the foot-corner of the bed. Watching. ] 

The boy doesn't yet understand. 
Doesn't yet understand the violence in the world, or the violence of giving every last breathe to a dream. 

But that night his mother hears him SCREAM.

And he's drenched in sweat by the time she reaches his door...


Daily headphones: Florence and the Machine's "Howl", Rihanna's "Disturbia", and Journey's "Oh Sherry"