It was a day like any other, but like none before.
Ok… I don’t know exactly “where” that came from, but it did. It sprang forth, as a wellspring flows from the mountainside… moving onward – forward, ever forward – in a tidal surge. It sought release and, finding an opening, rushed forward, one impulse driving it on: “Escape!”
Ok, this is starting to get a little bizarre… …he thought as he watched It wind in and over upon itself. Escher would be hard pressed to create a visual conundrum as complex. It was as simple as a “figure eight” but as infinite as a mobius strip.
I must be getting tired if I’m rambling on like this. The words, alone, made no sense. But, together, their meaning was undeniable. Their force and presence almost tangible in the otherwise silent æther.
Yep, that HAS to be it: I’m tired. Yet, somehow, in the deep recesses of consciousness, he knew that the sleep he sought would be as elusive to attain as if he had tried catching smoke. It would lay before him, just beyond his reach. No matter how he tried to ensnare it, it would shift and dance out of the way as though carried on gossamer wings.
No, I’ve gone past “tired” and straight on to “right ’round the bend.” He turned the corner, but his prey was nowhere in sight. There was no trace of its scent. His hearing, attuned to wavelengths that few others could detect, heard naught save for the empty silence around him. A silence that surrounded him. Engulfing him in waves of nothingness. It flowed around him. It dragged him down in it’s wake and threatened to drown him in solitude.
…and that is how I shall leave this ‘story.’
::: DISCLAIMER :::
That was not what I’d planned to write. I didn’t really have anything in particular to write about. I wrote the first line and honestly do NOT know where it came from. (Sorry, Mom… I know that you aren’t supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, but some things can’t be helped.) Everything after that was whatever came up. I don’t think that I have written anything in that kind of free-associative vein in a long time. I must say: It was fun. Of course, that means that I may well wind up spouting off more nonsensical drivel like that in the not-too-distant future.
Thanks for stopping by.
Peace.