Epiphany

Last night I fell asleep without earplugs humming myself asleep to cover up the obnoxious sounds of my neighbor pacing and his television blaring. At 2:00 am my prayers were answered when he finally shuffled off to a room not directly over my head. At precisely that moment I fell down the rabbit hole and into a huge crowd of people: visages I knew such as my sister, my mother, and my flattened ego. I raged into a microphone teary-eyed about a hatred so strong that only love could be at it's roots. I held something metal against my head and sometimes at the masses gesticulating to clarify my point of view. The people swayed in fear and shouted back common sense. I was not listening. The furious blood pumping through my arteries and veins made the world go silent and that is when I did it. I pulled the trigger and the bullet sliced through my brain and everything went black. I ruminated in that blackness for what seemed hours comtemplating my passing sans images and sounds. I had succumbed to death and finally found that peace I have been seeking.

I woke up this morning with the answers to my life, but I was running late to work so I shoved them back deep inside me. When I have time again I will draw them out.