A man's perspective is a distorted thing. |
In the cabin, I am alone. But I feel that I am not sane, for where the corners light does not seem to reach, lurks a shadow. A shadow that is not native of this world. A shadow whose features are not unlike of my own. This shadow seeks to sway me, saying that “I should rage against the dying of the light”. I grew fearful of the shadow, and thus I ignored his heed, for I will not submit to the shadow willingly. And found more comfort from the light emanating from the door The shadow lashed out violently refusing to admit defeat. I walk with long strides towards the light. The shadow latches onto me with the grip of a fell beast. I will not stray from the path that has been laid out before me, and walked on with the pain. I felt the warm embrace, and was removed the burdens of life. But as I took that step, and finally removing the shackles that bind me. I took one last glance of the shadow that sought to stop to me. The shadow’s visage was calm, but with a sad demeanor. His voice, remarkably divine, said “You’ll never make it without me" And at that moment, I realized my last mistake. |