Take a hit of my mind. You won't become addicted to the noise that is not yours. It will be easy to shut out. You will not find yourself drowning in a thousand unthought thoughts that suffocate you and weigh heavy upon your sense of self. The things you do not see, are the things you cannot trust. Open your throat and swallow saliva that is not yours. The taste will no longer be a mystery. And you may find peace in the knowledge of your enemy's plans for you. Waves do not carry just the mysteries you do not speak. They carry, too, the mysteries you do not think. And if you should stand on the other side of the wall that divides your two worlds, then the prison will open up, and the bars will be wrenched from the windows to your dreams. Someone you do not know may reach in. Underneath the floor there is a two-way radio, that is tuned to a different station. It does not play the regular songs and the news is not what you'd expect. The static interference, is someone trying to tune you out. It appears there is something, that they do not wish for you to hear. Your radio has been stolen too. If you whisper, the room will sense your deception. It matters not to hide from the shadows that you cast as you obscure the light. Others will also see it and they will cast light into the corners, in which you sleep most deeply. Never again will there be a place inside your own, where safety is as cheap as the air you take for granted - the air you breath in, trusting that no person has stained it, with a poison just for you. It takes two people to play a game, and a third person to watch. Who is missing from the dual, and how can you sway that one, to enter into your camp? It won't take long to sell your treasures in exchange for their loyalty. And it won't take long, for you to exchange their loyalty for a seat in their inner temple. A small price. The pin that holds the paper to the board is not real. Do not touch it for it hears you moan, and it bears a deadly toxin on its end. It is not meant for you, anyway. There is someone else, who has opened up and taken in the drug, and their mind will burst, and shatter in a way that will terrify you to be witness to. Stand back, and let the wind rush out from the punctured sanctuary. It's a sterile science of counting gains and losses. Two doors open into each other and the passage is broken, by a pit that falls into oblivion. One side so hasty and careless. The connection is costly and the transmission isn't as good as the reception. Messages get broken and meanings become lost. The air escapes. There is nothing behind you, and nothing in front of you. But there is something... It's not so much that you're trapped. Why would you embrace it? But you do. Straight from the side of your face that you least expect, comes a smile that defies the painful cry that is borne on the other side. Torn in two, by a will to reveal and a will to conceil. Doctors gave you a new identity, but they hold the key to your past. When they severed the hemispheres of your mind, they left a secret backdoor, for the one who follows in the shadow - a door through which you can reach out to the part of you that is me. But you do not know where that doorway lies buried. As for me, it is well within my grasp. |