Reading Hardballkid's journal

Stand still.
Be quiet.
Don't retreat.

If your surrounded, the noise you would make getting flat on your belly would be like putting your finger in a continous, non-consuming fire. The tall, uneasy shadows break up your silhouette.

Listen. Listen very carefully. You can hear the molecules in the air marching past you to the threshing and hammering drum beat of your pulse.

Turn your head and look behind you. Can you see anything? Only mud and dirt and rubble and a fly buzzing in lazy circles and trees leaning on their years and a single leaf falling like a drop of eternity.

A shadow darkens your awarness. You twist around, facing forward. Theres life. Its hand is lifted. It whisper, "Stay here you fallen people. Im not finished with you yet." He then sidles out of your vision and the rustling curtain of despair swings shut again.

You feel the days weaving you into its agonizing tapestry.

"Stay here..." Okay. You'll stay. You'll stay because there's nothing else to do, and you'll stay becuase theres nowhere else to go. The whole thing is like a poorly written play, full of dramatic build-ups that never reach a climax and climaxes that are never built up to. And theres no showmanship or staging or colorful, brillant lighting effects and the characters are plain, ordinary fools, and the lines said and the gestures made are simple, ordinary and corny. It's stupid and uninspired and insulting to the simple dignity of human beings...But it is having a record run and people come from all over and they call it the Blockbuster and they will go on doing it until maybe someday there will be no performence given and no one will attend.

There you are all alone, and you gaze into the darkness briefly. You begin on your journey, slowly, one foot in front of thee other. Easy now. A stumble, a slip of your soul will cause you to eternally fall and any effort to regain your balance will draw more attention from the ones who haunt you, those of whom will later destroy you.

Now are ye undeceived! Welcome, again, my children, to the communion of your race!

This post was edited by Hardballkid on Dec 04, 2005.