Thoughts bulleted in my brain, ricocheting. Creative side to practical side, lustful half to hateful half. Through a keyhole, I found myself in a meadow. Brilliant green bneneath a soft wash of sunshine. I moved at a near sprint, drawn toward a symphony, primitive passion. Some movement gave me away. Exquisite feline eyes found me in the grass-- golden eyesn flecked green. He purred and she looked up. I gasped at her face. My face.
Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, throughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of duelling emotions. The monster will forever speak to me. And today, its calling me out the door.
