Taken in isolation it's a bit weird, but hopefully you'll see how it will all eventually come together.
He stands there in front of me and tells me that I’m not alone. That I’ll never be alone now. That I have no need to be alone, anymore.
And I actually don’t know what he’s telling me. Is it that he wants to be beside me? Or that he feels he ought to be?
Or perhaps that my aloneness is a subconscious desire on my own part to endure how things are without having to rely on others? That I chose it? Willingly.
I’m confused. But I don’t blame him. Confusion is a part of me now. Like rain on a winter’s morning, it washes over me leaving no lasting effect, because it’s only what I’ve come to expect, after all.
But him? He’s new into this – raw and brave like a new recruit on the battlefield.
Not a war zone of bloodshed and righteousness – where one side believes in its cause unto death - but the battlefield of life, where there are no rights or wrongs; no surrenders; no victories. No banners held aloft on a crimson field. Just survival.
Dark? Yup - unapologetically so, but it is mitigated somewhat by the comedy film I'm writing.
So until my next post - happy reading!