Some call it evil – a darkness. They say it overtakes your mind, seeping into every crack and crevice, until reason is no more. Only madness.
But I see the light in it. The call. The beacon. It comes, rising ever so slowly from the pavement’s edge, uniting our dreams, our desires.
Then, the thunder sounds – the harbinger of light – and the crowd surges forward. You follow, tethered to its power, searching, seeking for that one thing.
And as your mind teeters, your body shakes, the lightening finally crashes overhead, and it is done. The storm is over, and you are left…exhausted, finished, depleted.
But that feeling, as you lie there – the euphoria, the “craziness”. It is inside you. It remains. And that little spark spreads, tickling your fingertips, warming your toes. It is filling, joyful, complete.
So you sit in the aftermath – the glow. Radiating, pulsating, alive. And finally, as you catch your breath once again, you smile, realizing…you were triumphant.