Writing everyday is turning out to be a challenge. But, here I am so let’s get into it.
I stared at her reflection wondering how she could not see her features the way I did. She was constantly asking around when her answers were under her eyelids. All she had to do was listen to the whispers of the wind as she sang along all day long. All she had to was to absorb the rays of the sun with her melanin clad armour. All she had to was let go and let her right foot or her left foot, really whichever foot she pleased to lead. But, she did not. She stood there like a sculpture watching people, waiting for people to see her. When all her answers were at the bottom of her eyelids.
I stared at her reflection with amazement. I noticed how she lost herself when she got passionate. How her voice would rise as she tried to construct her thoughts. Not like a constructor more like a composer. You see her thoughts didn’t just ran out of her mouth like they were demons escaping the wrath of hell or the sweet relief of bowel movements. Her thoughts we synchronized, harmonized. A symphony of words strang on the g clef. Her thoughts were music. But, she waited for people to tell her that her words were not a clashing of metal against metal but, of how quenched thirst would sound. All she had to do was to find the answers at the bottom of her eyelids.
I stared at her with amusement as she ran around looking frantically for approval from half baked, never really truly evolved embryo of a species of human. The type that feeds off telling her what is wrong with her. Not really truly been able to look at their reflections. Because how does a reflection of a never really truly evolved embryo of a species look? and they judge? She cannot see. A veil that was initially used to preserve her innocence is the same veil choking her while they chant for her death. Is this what “they” meant when they said survival for the fittest? They, I assume are a more superior breed than the never really truly evolved embryo of a human that mock and taunt her.
I stared at her. As she sat silently in the corner and undid the veil one woven thread at a time until she saw darkness. The type of darkness that blinds her. The type of darkness called enlightenment. When she see darkness in the form of light and all the social cues and norms of the never really truly evolved embryo of a human forced down your throat aren’t applicable. When the veil dismantles and she became one of “them”. Superior yet still never really truly evolved embryo of a human. The worst human out there. She had all the answers at the bottom of her eyelids. But, she thought she was better than that.
I started at her with anticipation. I knew the end was near. She got tired of both sides of darkness. She got tired of ignorance and she got tired of enlightenment. As she sat at the foot of her bed burdened and confused she let go and closed her eyes. That was when we met, for I was the answer at the bottom of her eyelids.