Romantic Drivel

He paced slowly down the darkened street. He was the focal point of the universe; the answer to the meaning of life was held within his mind. Visions of grandeur suffused his soul. The firmness of his footfalls made him feel invulnerable. In truth he was afraid. Of what, he did not know. His fear grew like cancer. He fought back the urge to scream out loud. His brain was aflame with the agony of despair.

A jolt of adrenaline shocked through his nerve-quaking, cold-sweating body, and beat an aboriginal war chant in his bowels. He remembered why he was where he was. The night was getting old. He quickened his pace, which bordered on running.

Shadows – only shadows . . .

Reflections of reality and other romantic drivel.

The chill wind warned of the approach of dawn, and slapped him out of his inner brooding. Time was slipping away. He ran. Faster. His feet hit hard on the solidity of the sidewalk. He glanced at the eastern horizon. The sky grew a lighter shade of black. Now indeed the shadows stalked him, gained on him, cruelly laughed at him as he dizzily ran from them. Unnoticed tears streaked his cheeks. His tongue darted to the corner of his mouth to catch a tear - salty, bitter.

He spun around, eyes wide, nostrils flared, clammy hands clenched at his sides, his average-sized penis as limp and inconsequential as it could ever be. The shadows stared at him, swaying slightly. He turned to flee, but the sidewalk before him cracked at his feet and began to rise. The shadows were upon him.

With his last feeble gasp of strength he leaped and caught the rising column with his fingertips. He was whisked into the air – higher, higher. He looked down. The shadows stood motionless at the foot of the tower – quiet – they knew there'd be others. He rejected the thought of simply letting go.

He swung a leg onto the three foot cement square. He hoisted his body and rolled onto the lofty platform. He laid face up soaring towards the clouds that waited to envelope him. He would soon be one with their misty molecules of dazzling water crystals . . . .

He felt exhilarated. He felt light. He felt good.

The concrete monolith slammed into the clouds. He shattered into a million luminous fragments that floated back to earth. One fragment landed by a lone seed. The seed became a rose. The sun shone upon the rose. And the rose cast a shadow.