The breeze caressed my soul with its alluring presence, tempting me to make the first move. I wobbled but held back, fully aware of its treacherous schemes. But it's power grew stronger, more tangible than ever, and it held me within its suffocative grasp, forcing me to succumb to my knees, and a melodious voice spoke that sent me in a trance, intermittently asking for help. A solemn light resonated deep within, and then it went off. I knew I saw it, that glimmer of hope to drive away evil, but it wasn't in my eyes. I closed my eyes and peeled myself from the darkness, and then the light reappeared to welcome me back to its kingdom. I knew who it was, but I was afraid.
What then, run back to the darkness because I know of my fate there. Or surrender my helplessness to this bringer of light and hope for the very best. An outcome that could be much worst or even turn the tables around.
I stuck with risk and thank the heaves I was safe.
My eyes twitch with premonition, being hounded and pounded by an uncertainty. A hunch of no belonging, a belief of no return. The ramblings just come and go, words of no aspiration, language with no direction, come as they run out of my mouth because they are derived from the throat, sent forth from intellect.
But the light that was there came from the globe, that once egocentric and ever bleeding heart. Now it is mended and I feel whole again. Because the light has come and stayed, remained to patch the gaps and stitch the strains.
And I am glad.