I've been looking forward to this event all month long. Not all that positive looking-forward-to situation, it was terrifying actually. Looking forward to the part that I get to start anew, turn over a new leaf, and face a dimensional change. Albeit the existence of fear, I haven't hestitated, not even a second, to get my butt out of bed and get going. I wouldn't wake up at this hour for any other event, considering it's midnight and up-onto-your-spine cold outside. I tried not to make a sound, not even a beep, but the keys kind of popped the balloon for me, because of my shivering. This is it, I tell myself, here we go. My breaths made opaque shapes under the winter moonlight. Crickets everywhere, I hear. But no living human in sight, or audio, I realise.
I met him in church that night, both of us dressed all in black and red. It was gob-smacking, actually. But I braced myself, my physical body/self, my emotional self, and my soul. We nodded to each other and I signaled for it to start.
"Cut me open."
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