I’ve been withering to come back here or not, but an unexpected message finally got through and I am here. Am I back for good – I know not, but
am here for now. Been having the most amazing weather the last couple of days,
lazy, lackluster and laid back, the perfect excuse for someone like me to dig deeper into
themselves. Given a chance, it is so much easier to sink than sail, frown than
laugh and give up than fight for it. Maybe it’s just me but that’s how it is.
The gloom outside gladdens me, it brings out my instincts
for doom. Nurtured for decades, the tenacious capacity to expect the worst
springs to life, its relief hidden in its release. The grief laden air, calls
onto it, invigorating and exciting as it latches on to a life’s work
accumulated. It feeds on the signals from outside, grows gleefully, rising high and high until
it envelops all of me.
Once the job is done, the torpor which simply cannot be
contained disappears instantly, making me wonder if it was a miasma or merely
my muddled mind that concocted a hidden impulse for ruin. The thoroughness of
its withdrawal matches the suddenness of its onset, its hold strengthening
until I have none left. I lie quietly biding my time, thinking and thanking
that the storm has weakened, wishing nothing more to left alone.
Alone, forever and free to despair. Alone, free to
indulge and wither away. Alone, to wither away before the claims are permanent.
For Kk.