twilight narrative

'twas supposed to be just another after hour saunter. after all 'twas the one thing i did as religiously as the dead. every night i moved to the werewolf's call under the moon lit sky. it wasn't hypnosis or halucination... it wasn't a trance; nor was it transcendental by any means... 'twas just a case of bliss by oblivion; a syndrome caused when -OH > H2O. Nothing was different today.... not yet... that would change though; tonight. when the insomniac in me woke up from a power wink, my bloodshot eyes were staring at a door. that was normal. There were termites but they dated back way beyond the oldest file archived in my memory. They seemed to be playing host to visitors and/or friends, the maggots. way not to be clanish, i thought. i didn't want to wreck the party but i had to go on with my compulsive jaunt. i pushed the door but it wouldn't budge. pushed harder and dirt sprinkled down the crack. kicked harder and more dirt came pouring down.

i fought my way out of solitary confinement. floated through the misty darkness. i should have been here yesterday but it felt like it has been ages. the monsoons made the woods dense. the undergrowth was thick. that didnt stop me from gathering some remnant memories though. but in wake of my daily jaunts, there seemed to none. no wake that is. this couldn't be a dream. it's too true to be one. but then it's not like how i remember it either. i sat on the cold stone by the little girl's grave. it was colder than usual. like it had died the last time i left. i usually liked the calm here but today the silence was deafening. too much had changed too fast. i wasn't ready for this bargain and i had to head back to the only other place i knew; the place i came from. i found my way to my tomb. a familiar epitaph with an epithet blurred by the sands of time. a few words stood out though. love. tons. loads. more. i looked at who lay beside me and then, i wished to die again...