I came home during a difficult time... things have slowed down... the heavy chatter, the loud pulsating scene of sauntering summer days and nights have completely disappeared.... the sparkle has vanished...
There is no Christmas spirit here, not this year. My street, like many others, is bare... There are no lights, no trees, no revolution taking this city by storm... The voices are dull and distracted, where did they go? Who muted the obnoxious bunch of idiots who ran this town down before I left? Don't get me wrong, the morals and tendencies are still around, but I can barely hear them singing in the streets.
My friends, they seem shattered by the Christmas chill. An abnormal winter weather front has blown snow across my fair island. This is abnormal, even prior to the official start of winter... YOU CAME EARLY THIS YEAR... and they say we'll have a WHITE CHRISTMAS... what a Christmas miracle, but what about the thorn in our side? The wondrous light at the end of the tunnel guides us towards an uncertain devastation; and impoverished future or monotonous prosperity, where we know no pain or suffer no great deal.... sounds bad, yes, but interesting non-the-less....
don't you want to live a hard life? don't you want to feel accomplished when you reach 70.... tell your grand children about what it was like back during the turn of the century.... remember when we lived one day at a time... feasting on hope and sleeping under covers of confusion.... ? laying our heads down on the firm belief that tomorrow we will be alive... or would we truly be living right there and then, at that moment we realize just what life is, or should be?
Oh, God, I want to live.... I seem to be doing nothing but stumbling around looking for something to happen.... I had devoted a portion of my life to history...studying tales from years ago... I want to live through one of those stories... I want to be one of the characters in that chapter in life... and now here we are, seconds away from a collapse... the fall, a decent down to a level of needs...
ALIVE, I say...
I want to feel alive....
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