This is the 5th night, but more than a year later.
You are wondering how can this be? Me too. Apparently temporality isn’t something meant to be understood by mortals, so I have already given up the quest to discover the truth about the past, present and future.
Here the thing is that, more than one year has passed, and I am still trapped in counting the nights with your presence. I still see you. Yes, you are right there standing in front of me.
Persistence can surely be a very desirable trait, when you put it to work towards your goals and dreams, it’s a good tool to reach to. But you …. Your persistence ain’t no nice. You have been killing me during years, and never end it for good. You keep it up, the more I drag, the more your will grows.
Now that I think about it, maybe that’s your goal, your dream. Having become this monstrosity that you are, having found a victim to leach on. Being able to regenerate yourself through time and dimensions, continuously finding new and innovative ways to leave me unwell, derailed, cursed…
It’s late, you have come here again uninvited and insist to talk. Only by seeing you, you caused the response you wanted. You did it again. I’m anxious, I feel lightheaded.
All the thoughts from the beginning of my time up to today are now in a ritualistic dance, jumping maniacally from place to place, bouncing, throwing themselves to the fire they built as a form of altar. Biting each other, cannibal thoughts entertaining themselves like phagocytes, feeding on each other. Bouncing more.
You did enough.
I wait for you tomorrow, same time, same place. I’ll be better prepared.