Reigniting the Passion

Spiraling Into Madness

Monday 23rd

"It might look alive, it might sound alive, but dead things will always smell dead."

The early morning ramblings of a crazed man, so lost in his own world I wondered if he even knew he was speaking aloud.

His frantic eyes showed the wear and tear of a battle fought inside his mind, driving him further from this reality.

"What is 'it'?"

"They have no name, no special features, no distinction besides their smell. They're coming for me, they're coming for you too."

"Why are they coming for us?"

"They're coming to take our souls."

A pair of hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me from the warning.

"Alright Sash, enough fraternizing with the street people."

Fernando continued pushing me down the sidewalk, farther from a deranged mans world.

"You know, it's very rude to call them that, they're just people."

"Listen," Taking his hands from my shoulders, his tall frame falling into step with mine. "I'm not telling you to call them that, that's just the name they were designated before we were even born. They've made a thriving life for themselves on the streets. It's not a bad thing."

My eyes rolled to the heavens at the response.

"Then why was I not allowed to fraternize?"

"Because he's some fucking religious crazy man Sascha, 'they're coming to take our souls'."

"Well you can't make a snap judgment like that, you only caught the tail end of the conversation."

With a sigh he shook his head.

"You make me wonder why I even talk to you woman."

"Because I'm the only ray of sunshine in your otherwise dark, depressing world."

"Sunshine, right. So sunshine, what was he talking about if it wasn't something religious?"

"He," the distraught man's words of warning replayed in my mind. "It's not important. I'm not entirely sure he was right in the head."

Tuesday 14th

Distractedly I walked through the corridor of my apartment complex, making my way to the elevator.

I'm so, bored.

I've done nothing the past few weeks besides work.

What fun is that?

I'm at the prime of my life! I should be out partying, or at the very least going to the movies.

Maybe I should see if Fernando wants to hang out.

We could go see-

"Miss?"

"Pardon?"

"The elevator?"

"Oh, right! Sorry!" Quickly I shuffled in, nodding at the gentleman already inside.

"What floor?"

"Thirteen please."

Jesus. You're in public Sascha, stay out of your head.

Slowly the elevator doors enclosed me in the small space, encompassing me in a putrid, rotten smell.

Dead god, what is that?

It smells like something died.

An awkward smile forced itself onto my face as the man looked back.