Glamouring

the things we should fear the most are not the unknown things that make us question the reality we know, it's the known things we have seen and experienced and have lived through. the images that slowly play over and over in our heads like so many cheaply shot B-movies, the moments that are bound to our being.

memories now threadless and exposed to reveal the mostrosities they truely are.

the phrase that rings is this:

"distance makes the heart grow fonder."

i disagree. distance is the safety net and camouflaged tra:p it keeps those in danger away from the fury, the flames and demise that seeks them out against their knowledge while setting them up like so many chess pieces in the long run for the same fate. distance is a cunning, paradoxal, juxtaposition that is lost in translation and plays twisted tricks on the eyes of those who behold it. distance is both and neither at the same time, a form of self negated idealism that hides in both the shadows and lights.

i have had several battles with distance and it is, and always will be, ten steps ahead at all times. there have been incidents where, what i thought was positive distance, was indeed a very negative version of itself and vice versa.

today was one of those days. today, distance and i stood at the gates ready for battle once more.

what ever happens from here on out is bound to happen reguardless, yet i long for discovery of a loop-hole.

 

so how does one, who has battled distance before, come out victorious or at least breaking even for once?

 

this sickening feeling is like glamouring someone without knowing you're doing so and wishing you could stop it before things get way out of control and the result is the completion of a trifecta you've been dreading for what seems like an eternity.

life is a bitch.

dying is a release.

judgement is in the wind.

and

distance is the whore of opportunity and the sailors are back from deployment with pockets overflowing.

Dax.