Breakout

There exists a wall, in front of which is hope, ambition, feelings of warmth and joy, and the bliss of ignorance, the bliss that cannot be regained once it is lost.

Behind it is the truth. The truth, at its best, can at be at most only slightly worse than what lies on the bright side of the wall. From there it descends to the worst things imaginable.

Optimism brought on by summertime romances is turned into a bleak outlook on a closing timeframe.

Only a few weeks. Oh what you would give for the truth to be so much brighter. Oh what you would give for “slightly worse”.  There is so much you could do, so much you could say.

You could tell her what she means to you, tell her your world is brightened by her written words, blinded by them when spoken. Tell her that while the earth around you descended into the darkness, you were held up by a single, wonderful thread.

But then that wall comes down, either with a brazen crash or with the expert craftsmanship of an artisan breaking it down brick by brick. The truth is seen, whether it is on cue or not, and everyone feels slightly disappointed if not mortified by it.

With the fall of the wall comes the swarm of the things it was holding back. Though it does not lead every swarm, Death commands the horde in one way or another.

But it begs the question, at what speed would you prefer the inevitable charge to come? Brick by brick? Slowly, painfully?

Or all at once? Brief, eviscerating?

The horde that has stormed across the place a wall once was has decided to try me with both. Disappointment leads the first group. No brick remains in its fortified place and he has descended upon me, the strength of an army pulling at my heartstrings.

Death leads the second and he is slowly on his way, biding his time to make his ever-growing shadow seem more ominous and, in the long run, more painful. He will hang over the lives of many on his journey towards the final blow, and he will do it with a smile on his face.

The prick.

Inigo Rane feels like he's been hit by a Mack Truck at present. It may or may not take him several days to recover. 

This is dedicated to Morgan's life in Plano, how sweet it was while it lasted.