Subtle Fear Cascade

I'm in the elevator now. Huge exposure. Just bars and grills. I think its a construction site. Very dark. The elevator is moving up; its been moving up for what seems like hours. There's girders and crossbars everywhere. All steel. Its cold up here. The elevator is making a metallic drone, screeching and spilling roaring metal all around me. The elevator stops. I can hear nothing. The silence is deafening. I am very high up, at the very top. There is a chilled wind howling through the place. The howling wind, yes, howling and moaning as it streams through the openings of the tower. The sky is purple, slightly aglow with failing light. I walk to one end and look over the edge. Lights very far below. Base lights. The light washes out into a sort of circle around the base of the tower, and after the edge of the circle is complete darkness. But now the tower is lurching. The metal is bending and moaning under the strain. My perch is tipping, and now I am falling. I am falling slowly and quietly, and I crash into the ocean.

Unconscious now. Outside of an outpost. An outpost in the snow. Night has fallen. The snow is falling as well, trying to catch up with the night. The wolves are coming. I can hear them close now. I am running for the entrance; I am running to the floodlights of the outer wall. They're very close. They are almost upon the wall. I am closing the front gate. There are sets of locks that I am locking with a key. Its almost closed. We are almost safe. The wolves are going to get in.

Unnghhhh

Well there's just this wellspring of words and feelings swirling around in there, but I'm just too lazy to tap into it.

This summer heat slows us down a bit.

I'm ok with that.

Alright

Farewell my friends. I leave on yet another journey.

I'll awake before the sun. Gonna catch a plane.

Yaaaap. Keep my couch and chair warm, or if you don't want to break into my house, keep something warm that I will soon be around or sitting on.

Don't let the hobo spiders get ya.

Also, don't let Lex Luthor(er?) grow crystals near your houses, or anywhere on Earth for that matter. Nothing good comes of it. Crystals are nice, but they break shit up and ruin everything they grow on. It really sucks. You could make a new proverb or phrase or whatever out of that: Every crystal has its break everything apart and ruin everything...thing.

Aside:


And I live in a silence. Always a silence. Forgive me for my deep dark silence. I would like to think there is a bubble or two billowing towards the surface, containing floods of my innermost thoughts (so tightly kept) so that when they get to the surface they would burst and release those shackled words that have not seen the world thus far. This is one of my many hopes. I've learned such a patient pacience. Hope don't fail.

Still afraid to live. Carry on, a clear head would be beneficial for travels.

Toodles.

And I'll be baaaack.

Intermission

I am back from a long treck across vast lands flat and not flat.

Hobo spiders are real. I found this out last week. They're supposed to be like Brown Recluses or something, but black and shit.

My god. Another Brown Recluse-type thing. Now the world is twice as dangerous as I originally thought.

Mutant Dicks Explode! (That's one of the emails that was waiting for me when I got home. Fascinating.)

And to think, I am to leave once again. So weary I am.