I hate names….titles…subjugating references, things that give vacuous classifications to be specific.
I’m not bipolar by the way– or by common thought and procedure I haven’t been diagnosed with it. You are reading his thoughts, or rather I’m telling them to you–just if you were feeling a little confused. BUT each piece of this body is a puzzle and that is no riddle….or it wasn’t suppose to be, but “split he did” and blah blah blah, “The Rose at the bottom of the pit”.
A metaphor of course but cold and alone I was, I wasn’t always there. Memories I do have.Of course I am no ghost. Yes, I possess flesh like you and him but what you don’t see you don’t believe but I am we to him, but there’s us..99 more.
Memories still fresh, yes–An almost moonless night with deceiving bodies lurking, So aroused I was–I can remember the question asked to me that day…It just stood out.
“If you could have anything in the world instantly, what would it be?”.
A question we all wished to be asked and served our desire. This strangely enticing man asked,But I cared not for questions but lust fueled me for the night an eves night, the man was my desire but faintly a mere reminisce left….but not I found ,only a new emptiness…
LATER DISCOVERED AS THE DISEASE THAT ATE AWAY AND CREATED THIS DAMN HELL.
A composed being I must, for rose I am……..To be continued
C. B Wagner
For new Preluders or if you just haven’t read my piece “A Rose For Hope“, it’ll help with this piece, so feel free to take a look.