Written 8th February 2008.
I am twilight.
I am the time of day when the colours in the sky are changing and stars aren’t sure whether they should be coming out yet. I am beautiful, I am free. I am a romantic, finding beauty in unexpected places. I see old buildings as works of art. I am breathtaking, magical, brilliant… but inside I am cold. I am the hint of something much darker to come.
I am still light enough so that you can find your way around, but at any moment I could shut off and plunge everything into darkness, blinding you and leaving you helpless.
Isn’t it amazing, how we as humans, think we are so clever, so advanced… Yet turn the lights off, and we are left crashing into things. Turn the lights off, and we are powerless. We are vulnerable.
I am the person standing by the door, hand poised to flick these lights.
You will stumble around, crying out. Eventually you will just stop, and wait. Waiting… for what, though? For the lights to come back on?
They won’t, you know. I’ll be twirling off by the time you realise this… by the time you sit down and start to sob. I’ll be long gone, off to seduce someone else. Off to make someone else fall in love with me - overpowering them with my charm and beauty.
They all stop and stare like deer caught in the headlights when I whisper past. They all get jealous when I pause and pick one of the many mindless drones, all dressed up in their miniskirts and tight tops and lipstick and mascara. They are all the same.
Unique is not a real word in this façade we call life.
~REVerse