My ladies, my gentlemen,
I do highly hope that the curtains had you entertained long enough, for I am here before you now. I am ready to address to you.
I brought all the necessary tools to convince your mind to lean Left and Right.
Commemorate with me.
Take a look at your core. Can you notice those rifts? Yes, the deep ones, the ones that go right and left! Good, good.
Well done! Ah! For those who can’t see them, please, step aside, have a break! You can leave for now, thank you!
Oh, the innocence!
My fellow poor hearts.
Have you ever turned around and give a small prayer to the heavens above and below?
I am speaking about that one particular short and devastating prayer that you say when you wish that the person behind you will turn to solid stone and never bother you again.
It’s that one perfect opportunity to run into the arms of your newfound love of your life! To tell them that nothing can stay in the path of your love!
That only when the world will spin backwards and the moon will glow no more, you will cease to love them.
Ah, so you know it !? No, no! Don’t tell it, hush! The heavens might hear it, and we might not be ready for it! Now.
For those who practiced this hex, please, step aside, have a break! You can leave for now, thank you, thank you!
Oh, the clueless!
It’s that disgustingly pleasurable feeling blooming inside your chest.
It’s the sudden tangibility between your guts and a force that twists and curls among your entrails, setting on fire each nerve.
We pray so hard that that’s all to it, a spark that dies, that fades. Instead, the beast slowly curls around your core, strangling it. Its rough embrace seems to tighten more and more and...
I think something is leaking? Was it the empathy? It might have been the trust or sympathy.
Either way, the abomination heaves and devours all the heat of your body, before discharging it in terrifying waves that arouse your hatred, your anger.
Do you recall your guts suddenly dropping together to the pits, evading the venomous wildfire slithering out of your core?
Can you feel it?
How its rough scales perversely graze your insides, invades your mind, drives you mad! Yes, that’s the look!
It’s wonderful how vivid is the sense of betrayal, but tell me, isn’t it as wonderful when it fades away? Yes, when the stone breaks apart and we also turn around and walk away?
Isn’t it also wonderful to wear that guilty pleasurable crown?
Amazing! Some of you are already wearing it!
It’s the one we are given when the world starts to spin backwards in darkness.
"Commemoration" Part: I ~ Betrayal~
This is the first part the "Commemoration" series. Our delightful speaker commemorates with us a feeling of our choice. The speaker will hold our hands through each journey of recalling joyful, terrifying and diverse feelings. You are the seated audience, you have a reserved place of our own. Please do feel encouraged to type down a feeling you would like to commemorate in future posts of this series. Thank you!