The Little Light THat Twinkles
By Chip Marks
I thought it was much darker then but when I awoke, I could see it was much more than just a subtle change. There were color shifts that being the busy person I used to be I would have never noticed but now. Well now remembering my name has gotten difficult, much less slipping into that busy façade that makes us all appear to be more then we know we really are. But now the truth it seems is more like a blunt instrument causing hairline fractures in my reality. Through those tiny fissures, slip more and more intense flashes of things I have never known even though I pretended I knew everything. These were not things I wanted to know especially since they revealed the true nature of my pathetic little existence. Could it be that I had fooled myself this long? Or heaven forbid the people around me? Had anyone else seen through the absurdity of my ruse? My luck would be that it was only me. Somehow, that was much more frightening. That no one around me had seen all that was revealed to me in this moment. This elaborate joke that I had played on them but moreover that I had played on myself. But now as the sky clears in this twilight life I am left with a cold desolate field. Like a crisp winter night when you run out of gas thinking you could make that next gas station miles down the road. In the distance a twinkling light coming from a farmhouse, you would never dare approach. Deep down you know no one will come this time to rescue you, as that moment slips away. You realize you are much less in this world then you really are… to anyone.