Now nothing's out of reach...

As with any story worth telling, it was, in the end, a tragic one. What do we say of those who burn too brightly? Do we shield our eyes or turn our heads when the glare makes us uncomfortable? No, we cannot. We must watch the explosion without movement or blinking, all the way through the afterglow. Take with us the memory of what once was. In all its glory and intensity.

The truth can have a funny way of revealing itself. One would like to think, in all its undeniable power, it would always be obvious. Either golden, a glorious beam that parts the clouds and lights the way, or totally hideous, a nasty pit that opens up in the earth, completely dark save the thyroid eyes and teeth of those terrible monsters that reside there. But it can be sneakier than these. It can be pernicious. It can creep in like smoke, slowly but unwavering, until all that’s left is that blackness that one would expect in the pit, but instead of the monsters, it’s the thing itself that begins to kill you, only from the inside out.

I run the days into the night...

He wants to face the uncertainty of the future with curiosity and optimism. With a belief that problems can be solved, differences resolved. He wants to be confident, and not be blackened by fear, and superstition. He doesn't want to be scared that something must, surely, go wrong, if he were this happy, with himself and the people around him. There has already been come collateral damage - people left behind because happiness was too much to bear. He wonders what else he might have to let go of. What else might be taken away. No … he will no longer succumb to the power of the jinx. He can shape his life like a cake mixture reaching the corners of the tin as it swells and bakes. And then he can eat it too.

Searching for that feeling...