Selfishness

Each day is an improvement on the last. Time moves on as quickly as it stands still. The Earth circles on its axis each year and the seconds silently tick by. The frosty membrane on the uncut grass lies glistening in the late morning shine. The heavy darkness which precedes causes nothing but hurt and decay. Sullen, ashen faces appear through the blackness as it slowly fades into grey, leaving the green entity that has come out to play. I walk through cold, warm-looking corridors with a mixture of fear and comfort. My home is this black chasm and all that encompasses her. I am this corridor. An observer of the life and loves of its inhabitants. I feel cocooned by every inch of her. She is my guidance. My authority.
The scent of the Red man lingers nearby. Unrecognisable to the naked eye, yet he is always there, tunnelling through my darkness. A reminder of what I could be. What I am. He swirls through my coldness; my harsh interior walls have been carefully constructed and he infiltrates them until he comforts me softly. I am strong and happily dance to his tune, knowing that he needs my strength to survive. Darkness is what I am sure of ' what I believe in. Its harsh revelations. Its cold truth.
I breathe genius on the glass that surrounds me; write my name in translucent residue, cold to the touch. I am beautiful, elegant and wise. I have no real regard for the other that demands a response; he the Red man is insignificant, a mere blot on the horizon. Yet, I hear noise. Different murmurs. A distant sound rings in my mind. There is a sense of duty here, a commitment to these whispers. A glimmer of green approaches me from nowhere it seems. A need of help, assistance or reassurance in some way. I am confused. Where is my darkness when I need her? She is there, somewhere, waiting for me. Just like the Red man.
Their voices hound me like dogs on a long winter hunt. Packs of them devour me and demand my full attention, always wanting more. Like the Red man with his passion they are eager to please, yet both consume me with such terror that my body rejects all form of communication. My room is filled with dark green stars. The dreams of countless others, fighting with my own. Where is my destiny? - lingering in the darkness, alone.