An essay... by Damien

[Damien]

Haven’t you seen it? The way it forms right there in front of you, and the whole time, you didn’t even notice. It’s a slow progressing threat that will still jump you in the brightest of alleys. Sudden, unexpected, yet, it’s as clear as the sky in the eye of the storm afterwards.

You finally glue together the pieces that were there the whole time at your fingertips and you see the mess that stirred and brewed right there while you did nothing about it because you were blinded. Blinded by invincibility, or the thought of, for you couldn’t possibly grasp the problem that lay in your bubble. It was just off shore, near the rim, where the fishermen catch, and where it is too deep to swim. That should explain the miss that you made but not the mistake in which you couldn’t prevent the storm from breaking the clay. Some call you naïve, since they all seem to know and perhaps you are in such a wonderful fantasy, but you must learn that this is actually reality.

She crawls closer and you stare her down, not as a threat, but as another meeting of the usual kind that you have always faced and drilled your way through. There’s that shocker though, that you never thought you could see and it suddenly bursts, like the storm that it is and you drop at the sound you hear coming from her rage. She draws the lifeline that you’ll live for the time she weighs upon you and then when she is gone, her influence lingers still, like a London fog on a usual night. That is when you awake, from the thought that finally occurs and you brace yourself for the impact of what is to come. The suspicion grows inside you and you have finally climbed aboard the train that had been moving the whole time, and that everyone else had settled comfortably on staring as to when it was your time.

She continues to crawl closer towards you and you decide to have the first attack at it but you’re held back by the “what if’’s of life and the invincibility sinks back into your soul but you shrug it off before it controls you then she’s there. Reaching you before you reached yourself and she’s staring, right into your eyes and like that, you’ve lost your mind as you can only stare through her into space, where you wished you were at this moment. The motions flow and the effects of the cause continue as they always do as life continues on the train pulls out of the station with everyone else being the fool and you barely escaping the title as you stand outside the steps leading to the car.

The sun begins to set as the storm never came and rather a pleasant breeze causes goose bumps to form on not just you, but her as she remains by your side and the meeting was just that, with the addition of three words that she let off her lips for the first time in all sincerity and the force that fought so hard to separate only caused a stronger union.