A slow rumble shakes the old walls of the young mans room.
A slow, yet steady bass like tone, twists, and wrathes, deep outside his window. The kind that makes your muscles tense, your jaw clench.
Slowly it gets louder, at least that is what he thinks to himself. His eyes are open wide now, searching widely for something to calm his rapid firing nuerons in his naive brain. The room is a shade of black he has never seen before. The late night moon casts long, grey shadows on his old wood floor.
Wildly uninviting, yet all to familiar to him.
His pulse jumps, as he decides to move his hand away from the side of the bed, and the noise has now become just a nuasance in his thoughts. He looks at his alarm clock, revealing the time of night, and proving to himself he is truly awake.
Why is this night so different he thinks, as long beads of sweat caress his oily face.
His glass of ginger ale poured hours before, slowly rock in its cylinder limbo.
The monotone noise is easily cast off as a car engine in the distant highway. Easily disguised as human technology, which has yet to truly be understood.
But the devil eyed boy knows all to well.
The smell of his adrenaline is filling, as it wells up inside of his crawling skin. Tears come easy now, and his kaleidiscopic vision turns the world in new perspectives. He brings the sleeve of his pajamas to his eyes, and wipes the tears of weakness away, and he turns his head slowly
to the gates of his windows.
He sniffles quietly and discretely
not wanting to wake the demons still fast asleep
amidst the pirating shadows of his room.
So much to do, so much to say, millions of people still yet to meet, many more hearts yet to break. The devil eyed boy's blood starts to boil. Thoughts of reassurence and commonplace fizzle, and pop in delicous harmony.
The organic beauty of purpose discorded
makes the boy anxiety grow.
He suddenly hears a voice, from the slow rumble.
"Never before, and never again"
it said, and the boys sweaty palms grip his sheets tightly over his mouth.
"Your light is dimmed, and your mouth has regurgitated the pure. Your mind is derailed, and it is easy to see, your symphany is in discord, and your empire in ruins.
Gather your things, and wipe your tears away,
Gather the light, the simple, and meaningful, and where the horizen meets the mountains is where you'll find me. When your mind is clear, and you are ready to except, your journey will be worthwhile."
The head of the of the young man shakes in agreement to the commands
As quickly as is came
the rumble is gone.
Revealing a silence of uncommon magnitude.
He sat up out of bed, and started to collect the pieces of himself off of the shadow riddled floor.
He sat
waited untill dawn to start his journey
the newfound sense of purpose no longer scared him so.
facing his fears, he no longer longed for night.
That night, he could have died, and how happy his soul would have been,
for finally he realized, he was truly loved.
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Submission Name: Godsend
