I’ve just brushed the gunk and dust off that sticks when you go poking around somewhere toxic.
Tonight I broke from string searches and other google orchestration once I felt boredom kicking in. Unimpressed with the idea of a finished route, I turned my face to the direction of a breeze we all know – wind that, if you allow to hit you, feels instantly familiar. Potentially fatal and against all rules, the warning means about as much to me as the surgeon general’s is to a smoker. My web browser dissolved into darkness immediately and I soon felt someone else’s pain tear me between vengeful merriment and genuine pity.
What I saw in the painful visitation of the past was an immobile soul, still wrestling with shadows while trying to walk proudly through one shoddy result of bad choices. As I stood in my second wind looking back, I had to confess that it was someone who would never feel the release of a truly fresh start. That person will never make it to where I’m going, and so I had to leave them in a place where we can never meet, again.
I know that a few of you have visited there, because your heartbroken entries are the postcards I receive.
“Greetings from the battleground in my soul. In other news, my favorite TV show was a rerun.”
If any of you are wondering what happened to the other stranded victims gone head first into broken promise, you’ll be interested in knowing that they either held onto something until they froze or became one of those prehistoric-looking creatures that dwell in depths we know very little about.
Unless, of course, it was that one who suffered a bit of both fates before being pinned to the mattress while a playful boyfriend tugged at her ratty tee shirt as he read what it had to say.
She ran her fingers along the neckline’s loose seams, almost having completely forgotten about the reminder that took a second to play across her mind. She knew the important thing about an ancient history that would require decades to explain or much understand.
Simply raising her fist with a grin equally as golden, she answered, “I’m a survivor!”
And if you are that girl, then consider yourself to be very…