No idea what to share today...here is a piece from a story I am working on... It's about a desperately lonely man who follows an unseen band on a journey through the cosmos.
I looked up and around, and I was again in the midst of the cosmos. In every direction were stars, but I felt ground beneath my feet. So I began to walk. As I did, the stars moved past me quickly, and the burning within my chest drew me toward some distant place. I moved faster, and the stars flew past at lightning speed. And then they flickered like the click click click of an old time movie and the colors began to change and move and take shape. Sky appeared above, then earth beneath and in every direction, the brown of an expansive desert appeared. It reached out interminably. But I kept moving. Endlessly I reached. And the blistering heat of an eternal mid-day sun baked me brown like the desert floor.
Eventually, mountains arose and trees appeared. I kept moving. I traveled deep into the forest. Up and down and through the woods I trekked. As I did, the trees wrapped themselves around me and bent themselves overhead, absconding the light. From beneath the canopy, dark shadows threatened. And eyes were ever upon me, foreign eyes. And great mouths gaped, their jowls dripping down. I heard their breathing. I felt their malicious intent, but I kept on moving. I didn’t fear, not the deep down fear, though at times I was afraid, for there was safety in the single pointed focus which pulled me toward my journey's end.
Now and then I’d rise to where the trees thinned out and disappeared. I’d find myself coming to the top of some mountain. There, I’d stop and look out over the endless range of peaks. The cool wind would tug at my coat, and for a moment, I’d soak in the solitude. It was exquisite. And lonely. I was so desperately alone in those places. It was so terribly remote, so distant from anyone. And the isolation cut. I bled for loneliness there on those peaks. More than a thousand rivers full of blood, I bled. But it was my burden to bear. Eventually, it poured out sweet, and I imagined it bathing all the lonely people just like me, soothing their lonely souls, binding them up, making them whole. Finally, I’d keep on moving, down again into the forest and on toward the place that drew me onward.