I’ve grown to fear sleep. Sleep brings dreams. Dreams are all nightmares. There is no rest in sleep. There is no escape. But eventually I sleep. And they cone. Marching, relentlessly, the armies of my subconscious. They attack and rape and pillage and destroy my sanity’s attempt to reset my unsettled nerves. Yet when morning comes, I don’t want to wake up because I hope and pray to get some rest, some brief respite from reality.
I’ve grown to fear the waking world…
"If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming, just ask for Wild Bob."
I am a glutton for punishment. :)
Since I can’t get to enough Comc Cons… I’ll hold my own!
The local library gave me a thumbs up. We selected a date. Facebook site is up. Now I’m busy with all of the behind the scenes work. No logo yet, but that’s the least of my worries.
In the smallest of moments
Mountains of time can crumble
The Furies gather to watch the futures end for glorious young innocents.
I have seen Icarus, with crumpled wings of wax and feather. He flew high enough to touch the face of Helios. And we all flew with him. This Icarus, generous and kind, rich in faith and love for his common man, is flying even higher but now he flies alone.
I have seen Sisyphus, merely a child himself. Given a task so great as to cause hundreds to weap. He not only must move the boulder up the mountain, but he must move the mountain itself. Cerberus himself snaps at the child’s heels. Sisyphus, sweet child, the Fates have not cut your threads yet. You will open your eyes soon and look upon the face of Helios.
Me? I wallow in a puddle of filth and mud. I am surrounded by walls of my own design, convinced that the foul refuse of earth must be contained within this pit. And it is in this pit I belong as I am no better than the waste I hide in. But I dishonor Icarus and Sisyphus. These poor sweet souls deserve more respect than my own self-imposed retreat and exile in my pit of dispair.
For Icarus. For Sisyphus. For my muses. For my angels. For my family. For me. MY LIFE has to be worth something. It is up to ME to define that, not someone else.
You have taught me that.