It appeared to me one night, crystal clear as a light bulb shines in the darkness. I was keenly aware of my nervousness. I wasn’t sure the silence would stop everything. I didn’t think it would cause harm but the silence was death to my ears. Unspoken bridal thoughts of dreams I envisioned were slipping away.
It was a magical night, complete with whispers of a striking resemblance to something familiar, driving my fears and worries into a confused state of reality. Animated in my feelings, I attended over my words, carefully placed to remind me of better times. Wounds of cluttering images ran fast through my mind en route to soften the blow, of my ego.
It was dripping with splendor; the coolness of the morning mist slipping into my window. Soon it would be morning, the dawn of a new day. Recalling the painful past of yesterday, I craved to stay silent. Gripped by the uneasiness I felt in my throat, the ache of madness patrolled my thoughts.
Striking time with another lesson in history, I put down my inhibitions. With a self-conscious awareness for the moment to quickly pass, I adhered to what I knew. Caught up in the illusion, I quickly let the twinkling pass.
Something stirred inside my heart, challenging my tormented past to unravel. It became quite clear at that moment to release the ignorance I felt. Swiftly shifted under the promise of tomorrow, the insanity was gone.
I became illuminated. Freedom broke my raging spirit.