If you follow my blog, you may have noticed I haven’t posted much lately. I have a damn good reason.
The light and the dark.
The duality of human consciousness. The core of existence. The perfect balance within us all.
Or is it?
I started my blog tiptoeing that delicate balance between the light and the dark. Prudent in presenting the more polished side of my character and virtue. You’ve read it in the posts about my own father and daughter. The unique spin I employ sharing my world. My thoughts. But dare I shamefully admit I have not been honest.
Would you believe me if I told you amidst that superficial harmony drummed the glorious cadence of a heart void of all pigment and tone…a terrible absence of all you have ever come to know. Something beyond that which the sun can touch. Something far more gluttonous than the gloam.
Something that has taken notice.
You might have seen it. It has appeared, fleetingly, within my pages. And always…always…I have restrained it. Even as its choker rubs raw my bleeding hands.
Within all of us exists the light and the dark.
For some, there is something far worse in between.
I haven’t posted much lately. I have a damned good reason.
Pen of the Damned.
They are coming…
So the Tale Weaver speaks.