How long to destroy a world?
Humans on Bulldozers.
Humans on Drugs.
Humans multiplying in Great Masses
Humans who don’t want to Work.
Humans who don’t want to Care.
We built a world that was colorless, not cultureless. In less than 25 years that house has been attacked so many times it is about to fall down.
We built a world that was safe. A light in the darkness. Someone will help. A world where someplace was always open, where someone was always there. All day, all night.
We built a world that was loud. Your foul secrets could very well be shouted to the wind at any time. Watch yourself.
We built a world that was strong. Warrior Way. We fought dragons, trolls, demons, monsters, and ghosts for you.
We built a world that was wise. Measuring the weight of a man by the look on his face, the softness of his hands, or the skill of his art. And his eyes.
We built a world that had Heart. Passion. Spirit and FIRE.
It took us 60 years.
60 years.
That fire still burns. Shouldering under the fear of full exposure.
But we were told not to be posing for the camera all the time, and to lock the doors. Turn off the lights, hide in the closet.
Y’all the creeps are in the dark house. Their flashlights glinting in the shadows beyond the closet door and we sit in here.
Shaking. Sweating. Fear rising from our ass to our guts and into our throats… Fear turns to screams there and our cover is blown. The monsters know where we are.
We didn’t want to.
But now we must.
Get out before they get in.
When you are the only one in the room. In the world.
The last one in your town.
The stranger in the crowd.
The one they talk to.
All monsters know you. Even the ghost considers you.
The babies See.
All the demons you have faced. Monsters you have dodged.
They are coming back luvs.
Wake up. Wake up little doves…