Lost In The Dark :
By Vincent Fitch
Part 1 : The Gloomy Flood Of The Storm
In mid November, on a wet rainy Sunday night, a few people were walking down a street. The wind is blowing the rain. The rain was falling at an angle. The town was flooding from the downpour. The people who are walking down the street vanished from view. The downpour of the rain made it very caliginous. The flooded streets began to resemble a river that is rushing rapidly in two different directions. The rain began to split into four separate directions. It was no longer cloudy, the rain didn't stop even though the dark gloomy clouds vanished completely. The night sky was dark except for the twinkling starlight. The sun and moon were both resting on separate horizons opposite of one another. Houses were being destroyed one by one. The structures of the houses were expanding away from the parts that it was connected with. Staring outside into the darkest twilight. A beating heart, a crying soul, eyes bleeding from your own emptiness. Fear, rage, and self loathing. Hearken to the drums beating fast outside of your own thoughts. Embrace the storm. Feel the loneliness that affects your own mind. One more day, one more night. No direct view to where safety lies. Sit, sessile against the raging madness. Open up the door and stand by your inner courage.
You stepped out into the world. An individual who is traveling through the unforgiving storm. No perception of what rests in front of your own eyes. Darkness is wherever you go. No escape from the painful storm and caliginous bleak dark void. Swirling around the whirlpools, hovering over the years of your own. You walk further down the bleakness. You cower at the feet of your own reflection. It says unto you, “alone the path is for you. No you will not find peace and happiness. For the way forward is not for your sake. It is not you. It is just a matter of time before you leave it all behind. Look inside of you. For I am a mere thought that is projected from your own failures and weaknesses. Listen not to me, listen not to you. No ears will hear the correct route. No eyes will see what lies in front. Your every single step will not be smooth. The winds are there for pushing against your will. No, I will not guide you through the madness of the soul. Bend to no one, follow past yourself and proceed straight ahead!”
You Wake up one pitch dark day. You feel your way past the flood. Though it still follows you from behind. No escape, no end, no beginning of understanding what is, and is not. Hope, fear, courage, and doubts. No direct emotion. Everything is bleakness and overwhelming. No guidance from your own reflection. No image of what you are facing. Dark, pain, pressure holding you from continuing through the night. A relentless storm preventing any resisting force. Blown away, tearful, broken down and lost. You wake up back at where you began. Holding on to the glimmer of that starlight above. No escape from the raging void. No guidance to what you have to do. Alone, as your own image inside spoke to you. Knowing nothing but what weight holds you back. No step forward, every minute is against your chest. You are chained to the seconds of your own life. The stars are too far away from where you reside.
You are awoken by the sounds of thunder, hurricane winds and rushing rapid water, flooding beneath your own feet. No bed, no blanket, but a cold, steel slab. Wounds begin to form, where your heart once was. An empty room with no beating heart. A hole which bleeds profusely of your own soul. Time, love, hope, destiny is too overbearing. Though deep in your persona, you have more than enough willpower to not give in to the matter of your own life long journey. It is just now, nothing but now, not then, not there, but you know that it is a now. For not proceeding further, will provide no answers to the questions buried inside of where your heart and soul were once located. Now the role of you, the way forward for you, the best outcome of you, is that which one must keep aiming for the starlight above and beyond your own power. It says unto you, “look, I am not against your wishes. I am not going to help you either. Listen to me with wisdom and guidance, for the way forward is through acceptance of the reality. No, you are not going to be able to make it to the stars. Though one day you will be one with us. It is not us, that you have to aim for. It is who you are. Aim for persevering yourself and your own life not ours, nor theirs. Listen to me you callow individual, I stand not behind you, or beside you, nor will I ever stand against you. I have no idea what lies ahead for you, the ground you walk is only made of you. This void, this madness, this sadness, and self loathing, is you. Don't stand against it, but take a look at it. Look forward to seeing every single day that you wake up. Hearken close to my words, continue to do what you want in order for self-betterment and for prestigious companionship. You are the starlight that shines and we are not ever going to be part of your life. Take heed of the present time, look forward to the future that you create with the planned out steps to reach the accomplishments’ end. Fear not the overwhelming storm, and treacherous darkness. Fear not of failure, or your own reflection of your own soul. Push past the raging rapids. Reach the twilight horizon where you feel is best for you. Whether or not it is the horizon of the Sun, or the horizon of the Moon.”
