Proclivities

For a moment, I was grateful that I could not remember previous associations that had kept me hypervigilant.

I had been sucked down the rabbit hole of internal terror when that sorcerer from another dimension managed again to capture my attention.

His thrall was something I could not easily look away from: I had to allow myself to be drawn through the eye of a needle, down into and through that blackhole of obsolescence as I nearly lost my identity.

It’s how he has had some power over me, you see? He has been there for a while, terrorizing my sanctity. Such a small, shallow soul full of spiteful enmity, laughing at my struggling to keep in the light while he’d undermine me.

Yet, as I braced into the fear and turned toward it as I began suffocating, the gravity well compressed me inward and I lost track of time and what has beleagered me.

Such inconsequence these other mortals cling to that has entrapped me. I must endeavor with greater purpose to set my self free of societal misperceiving.