Far Away
In the bright sunshine the dark place seems so far away. I can hear a faint gurgle of water. Birds sing their love songs to each other. Sunshine comes down from the heavans lighting and warming the floor. Even the flies and insects dance their everlasting dance. All seems well. A family goes past – mum, dad and your standard little boy and little girl “push me faster daddy” shouts the little girl but her bike with stableisers doesn’t like the cart path they are on. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. So still he can almost hear every lub and dub of his heart.
But.
He knows it’s still there. Just that single heartbeat away. All the time the constant prod of that other reality. Watching. Waiting. In the blink of an eye it could reach out and SNAP him over there.
Would he dissapear from here? He doesn’t think so but what would be left but an empty husk of a man (ha! What difference from now he muses!).
Even in the sun. In the beauty of the beholders eye. It’s there.
Be careful.
It’s waiting for us all.
