We have been here, at this same spot, practically as if time has never moved forward, for days. Years.
Same dynamics, you wait for me to feel weak, tired or sleepy, you even lurke not from too afar on those days that I’m actually enjoying myself.
Then, you show by. But you see, dear darkness, you really are not good at that. Introducing yourself, I mean.
First of all, you just show up. Uninvited. Unannounced. That’s plain rude. You can’t keep doing that. Not here, and certainly not in the so many other places you go, where you disturb plenty of human minds. You must learn that first lesson.
Secondly, once you are here and I need to pay attention to you, because you are that kind, right; demanding, impossible, impassive, insatiable, you start to morph and twist and turn and take over all sorts of external apparences, so you make sure I get all the dark memories right back here in my presence.
You must learn the second lesson: show yourself as you are, not as what your fascination in distortion and mimicking suggests you should look like for the sake of hurting me. Show me your real face.
What was that, sorry? Say it again, I couldn’t hear you.
Oh, you want a drink. Yes, you are right, my apologies. I left the glasses on the kitchen counter, inside the house. So what, are you planning to come in and stay, as usual, playing with me all night long until I start falling of bed, half passed out, half dehydrated, eyes swollen of crying… Is that the plan?
Right, here is your drink, go on, you know the way to the kitchen very well. I made your gin and tonic as you like, but you won’t get me to drink that atrocity. Tonight you had planned I die for a while as you enter in me and obscure all my hopes, obnubilate my mind and push me to create chaos on the realm of the living.
Well, it’s not happening.
Tonight it’s gonna be you. You will first reveal yourself. You will show me your face.
And once I see you, then I will decide. If I continue allowing you to own me, or if you, after all these years, these nights, will have to turn around and leave. Because I’ve looked into your empty eyes. And now I’m closer to know the secret to erradicate you.
So I suggest, as you finish your drink, to get properly ready for the next move. It may be my last, or it may be your first… Or, you could just, evaporate now.