Listen: the world is never how we think it is.
Listen: it starts with Jack. Twelve
years young, giant-killer, walking the world with a smile as sharp as
his knife. The weight of the world sits behind his eyes and his
damnation is the damnation of the world. He is that sort of boy. It
is that sort of world.
(The underneath of things is always
ugly. We throw shade and shadow over the world and the ugliness
slinks out into the opened cracks. We are taught, so young, to never
turn over stones. Who knows what you may find below?)
Listen, please: there is Mister
Anthony, the most selfish man in the world, and Jillian who broke the
hills of kings and the Junk Food King and the last fox-friend in all
the worlds waking and dreaming. It is sad, yes, but all stories are
sad. We cannot free ourselves from sadness, or we would be gods that
the gods would envy.
There is love, which holds the world
together. And secrets, which keep us apart and whole. And we are here
to listen, and we are here to witness, because judgement is easy to
make and pass and there are enough hard people in the world already.
A heart is a thing that sickens and grows cold: this is not in
textbooks, but it is a true thing.
There is a man named Boy. This is not
where his story began, but it is where we will start. He has been
away for a long time, and has come home. There is an ugly truth about
homes. We leave them but once, and thereafter they become a thing to
be sought and nothing we ever reach at all. We can burn the past
behind us, but its shadows follow us as ghosts and our memories are
not always out own.
Here is a beautiful truth, that we
carry each other. There are as many truths as their are people, and
many others beside them. And every one I tell you isn't true at all:
a truth can only be discovered, it cannot be revealed.
Read these words with care.
So poetic... :D
ReplyDeleteYeah. Dunno if that will help or hinder it. Spent last night trying to figure out WHAT a 'Junk Food King' even is and writing almost nothing as a consequence.
ReplyDeleteI am not good at pure pantsing :p