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Awoken from its slumber, a streak of rebellion, a touch of self-destruction and let’s-see-what-will-happen-when. From a myriad of choices, my feet lead me to the dark alleyway of my choosing, without much resistance, because I don’t really want to… I slide.
Self-control bows to the victor as I indulge in the familiar thrill that bubbles like water over rapids, formidable, yet I dare you to react, to sharpen, tighten, speed up, to see how far you can push me before my senses implode and I’m in a vacuum, and the wind, the wind, it carries me on cloudy fingers, until black overwrites…
...through the movie screen around me, I watch confusion through lifting smoke from fires not yet extinguished. I see anger, tears and defeat, an empty treasure chest at the end of the rainbow, while I stand motionless, untouched by hand, untouched by emotions, silent and numb from my fall, and I wait for the light to assemble me once again, while the dark moves over to the other side of the world.