Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Lack of Sleep

Perhaps it's lack of sleep that leads me in writing this. All my fears and insecurities, well I suppose you've pretty well got a handle on that. It's not that hard to figure out. I feel like I'm drowning, slowly letting the water rush into my open mouth and down my throat to plug my lungs. My pulse pounds in my head as my blood rushes to my brain, never stopping. It's like a drum, thump thump, thump thump, over and over until it would drive me mad. It will never leave me alone, I know that now, and perhaps would be I a fool for believing that I can escape the fate of all those that came before me. I have a new path though, a new way of maybe surviving all this, though I no longer hold any regard for the life that I hold within my beating heart and rushing blood.

I am tired of all that goes on outside my door. The accidents, the mishaps. There are too many coincidences in this part of town, and I want nothing to do with it. As soon as I get the paperwork to close, I'm moving houses and hopefully I will have no worries of his goons on my doorstep, though that would be wishful thinking. Even though I am moving, don't think of this as running or trying to hide. No. I refuse to give up my life just because some abomination wants to kill me. Go ahead if that's what you really want Mr. Slender. Kill me and don't leave a body. Make me disappear into the night because it's not like there is anyone who really cares if I'm gone. No one relies on me for anything other than to be the existence that is just as easily forgotten as unpleasant paperwork.

So as I sit here at my desk, bottle of rum in one had and a bottle of coke in the other, I wonder if this is what life is really about. I wonder if this is what God's plan for me really is. Will I be one of the ones who fall quickly from grace, destined to live in the shadowy nether regions of the spiritual life, or will I be tied to this plain of existence for years to come. Really it's all in God's hands now. I can't see myself surviving this onslaught of Myth and Superstition, yet, perhaps today I will be one of the lucky ones.

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