The right blend is the key, the secret. Never just one ingredient. It is equal parts flesh, blood, effort and flexibility. Dark, empty, cold. Getting it right results in another day, another hour. Another breath. All the while taking these ingredients of life from others.The trap is easy, a fall asking merely for gravity’s pull. Avoiding the trap requires only constant vigilance, diligence. The trap, with its deathfall is a moment, yet a lifetime.
Forehead against the wall, feeling the structure’s breath, he lived within each moment’s lifetime. The expanse of this building and the night outside and this anxious world spinning toward a new dawn were all parts of the moment, the equation he fit into, the proper blending of disparate and ugly ingredients melding into the being he had become.
The vibration of the delicate footfall of his opponent, his victim. This battle was never a fair fight. The other couldn’t know, would never understand the requisite sacrifice that brings a human to this moment, this place. Love and hope and relation were never components of this whole, this black whole. Neither was life. No, this unique blend of analyze, master and kill cloaked in a human’s skin held but one purpose within each and every moment.
iPhone Notes Story 04.15.15
DFW – TUL