Post by Christopherism on Sept 16, 2014 21:04:30 GMT -5
[OK, so this is the first thing I written on my own in a very long time. This forum inspired me to write something. I hope it is not mono-toned I tried to write in a matter of fact tone and toward the end of this segment more passionate about what the narrator is saying. I wrote this in less than an hour, not finished but it's what I have so far. Feedback and definitely comments on the tone itself is greatly appreciated!]
The Passenger
My suspicions first arose when I was alone- except I really wasn't alone. To understand the very definition of solitude, we must analyze first the state of a human physiological needs. Things like food and water is fundamental to the physical being; however, things like acceptance, love and simple belongingness is what we want, what we crave. An extended period of deprivation from these needs causes an emotional agony that we associate with physical pain. That physical pain is a direct result from the absence of emotional affection.
Children are in the process of dealing with emotions. The red is their rage and love, the blue is their sorrow, the yellow is their happiness, the green is pride and the purple is jealousy. However, while other children felt these colors, I lived in a black and white plane. I lived the white of nullity and emptiness; the black of impurity, filth and gloom. I never quite felt the loneliness that one would expect from such a simple universe. I had myself, and Him.
Now, go to your mirror. Both the reflection and the shadow of our physical bodies are copied and reformed- deranged. Look at them... when you close your eyes that being, yes, He is staring back at you. You’re not alone. Fathom the idea of loneliness and what it is not because at your darkest hour, He is there with you. He was with me, pacified the nihility of my very being. He was alone, too. He could never blink like I did because he needed me as I so longed needed Him. You know Him very well.
When you fall, he is the giggle in the back of your mind. He watches you under your bed and in your closet. Everytime the wind blows and the door creaks slightly, he peeks in to see you. When you are home alone and suspect you are not, that is because He is there. No one believed me. He is there, He is here, He is everywhere! Just like us, he craves acceptance, love and belongingness.[c]
