Author's Abundance

Emergency Exit

Hey! Can you hear me? Follow that little shadow in the corner of your eye. That's it! Come over here. No, come closer. Closer. Yeah, that's it. Sit right there. Yeah, down on the sofa. Can you feel that cool squeaky, old black leather burning through your jeans. Can you hear me, not too loud for you am I? Good. Do you know who I am?

I am every conscious thought of the man you just murdered.

Every whisper you can hear, every shiver you feel down the back of your neck, every sharp twang of metal that you can smell as the aroma of blood floods your nostrils. Turn your head to the right and I'm still there. You can still my hand poking out from the kitchen doorway, limp and lifeless.  You watched as the last moments of my existence crumbled around me, I was a moth and you were the flame - pathetically predictable.

That's me. Pretty creepy huh? I mean, I know you meant to murder me, that's a given. You had the knife, I didn't. You had that crazed look in your eye, that diseased look, the sickened look of vacant expression, I didn't. You survived, I didn't.

Sure, there was a kerfuffle. I ran left, you ran right, and around the kitchen counter-top we went. We were the plastic horses that are impaled to the merry-go-round at the fair. Smiling away as the children ride them. Though their inner turmoil is another story, I would like to point out that our children are in fact our own imagination. We see the children on our backs laughing and giggling and we have to succumb to the wishes and whims they command upon us. Every thought, every feeling, every sensation, every memory.

Man, memories suck shit, wouldn't you agree? 

I remember watching my kids first steps, taped on the VHS of course. Remember VHS? Yeah, those were the days man. I had so many movies on VHS. Disney Movies, Action movies, Rocky and Godfather were my personal favourite, but enough about that. Memories are so totally pointless, they are just awful reminders of what we used to be , what we used to do.

I dunno about you, but I was always a 'look to the future' kinda guy. The lifestyle was much more relaxing than worrying about the past.
But I'm dead now.

You can feel yourself slowly goin' mad, can't ya? You can hear the voice of a dead guy in your head and that's it, you're fucking loopy! Every thought and memory poisoned by me, ha! Can't live without memory, who you are, and all of that shit. Memories are what our reason is based on. As a kid you learn right and wrong and all that shit, what no means, you learn patience and all the other fun stuff.

Whoa! I felt that! That's was you cracking under this realisation, wasn't it? Feels gross if I'm honest, you being locked on this unpleasant train of thought.

Remember, there's always madness. Step out into the light of insanity and close the door and all those dreadful little things that have happened. Lock them away, forever.

Madness, is the emergency exit.