roguemind

It is sad how the world changes it when they all stop crying. What? What the hell are talking about? Who are you and why cant I see anything? The babies, open your eyes and look at them. The room suddenly brightens and I'm am surrounded by horror. Oh my god! What is wrong with them?!? Why arnt they moving? Their eyes. Of fuck there eyes are all white. What is this?? Wake up puppet. I try to run. I try to run away as fast as i can. But my legs carry me no where. Yet I still run. I run until i pass out from exhaustion. When I find I'm back in bed safe at home. My sheets are soaked and my heart is attempting to leap from the center of my chest. A dream? But. But it was so real. Holy fuck those babies. The faces and those horrible eyes. And that voice. It sounded like death on his horse. I prop myself up at the side of the bed, my barely touching the cold hard wood floor. I hear the house settling around me. The eerie creeks and moans of something built long before I was born. I get up slowly and brush run my finger threw my hair on the way to throw some water on my face. Its soaked in sweat along with my sheets. I temperature of the water is perfect. Just between being way to cold and almost to warm. The reflection in the mirror looks Grey and weathered. A product of eight years being told i was doing it right in the navy. I could not tell you why I join the Navy almost right out of high school. I was 18 years old and scared of life. My guess is that I was trying to find some place to hide while i figured out how to survive this vile world. My own rabbit hole so to speak where maybe, just maybe if i tried hard enough i could figure out who I am.
I mumble to myself in the mirror. Its sad how the world changes when they all stop crying. How true that is. A child in all it's oblivious joy gives life to the world. It can be both the beginning of something great or the birth of a new kind of hell on earth. So fragile they are. The wrong parents or the wrong town to grow up in and they decide that shooting people for a living is a pretty good idea. But change a couple thing and instead of kill they cure cancer. The world needs a balance i suppose. Mother has to keep the harmony. They say you cannot realize good without seeing evil.. A shouting from the bedroom shakes me loose from where ever my mind was trying to wander off to. Its the voice of my wife. She is probably certifiably insane. But she tends to keep my grounded. Also despite her eccentricity she is also one of the smartest person i have ever known. She could beat to down at scrabble in her sleep and when I first met her she was giving a lecture on how Darwin's survival of the fittest can be apply to physics as well as nature. No degree at all but she can still make the world stop and listen.