The Key

It’s bitter cold, the wind is, as it moves through my body like a ghost, my overcoat providing no protection whatsoever, except to keep me from shivering my senses loose, as if they were already there to begin with.  What– only a madman like I would journey out into this numbing nights air?  

But you understand so little which makes my soul tick, my nightmares, my darkest thoughts, my passion.  No, passion this is not!  It is my obsession..  Yes, my obsession led me here, down this road, to this exact place and time, passion was just the key to the lock, that’s all, unlocking everything that I ever wanted, but none of which I was ready to accept, much less control, oh– the obsession, how cunning you are, tricking a wise man like thee?  

And to think now, while the air stings my pale skin, I was fine with my situation just minutes before, enjoying the life that I had so painstakingly built, only to have you transcend the curse of my own sanity, filling my brain with endless disarray.  A puzzle of a million pieces, each changing shape, as I try to to put it back together, once again.  

For you have bested me once again, but I, as the day, still live, and I shall return, per diem, until the pain starts to fade, and this obsession, is nevermore…