then
I became inhuman. I would see children playing in the park. I don't remember being so naive. My cold blue eyes regarded them with a bit more tolerance than I reserved for most of my species. The people that I saw in day to day life sickened me. But imagine, just imagine, if I truly had a mind to let myself off the leash! Heaven help thee. I knew deep inside that what I saw in them was the same weakness I saw in myself. I told my stories. Once they dried up there was still emptiness in residence... like a dark vulture wheeling above my life. I would fall down and weep... a torrent pouring out of me. I had an ocean under my eyes. The undertow would tug at me. Swept away. Lost for all time. The evening was red, as if someone had brandished a cruel blade and skinned the sky. Life became more like a dream than reality. I walked in the woods to shake the mood. The branches were black and bare... more dead than they should be. It seems that most of what I did was for naught. How do I explain my years lived in twilight to people that live in daytime and hide away from the darkness? - Ozzie
after
Thank you to Lucia Griggi and PK for the images. Skate- Ozzie
