Part of a Story I May Write

Here is the opening on a story I am thinking about writing.

Sometimes the hardest part of life is just living. Sometimes the most challenging thing you do is force yourself to get out of bed and get dressed. That is because there are forms of pain that prove to be too difficult to impart in words. They are beyond description because nothing can accurately describe the kind of mental anguish that you feel when your soul is slowly ripped apart. You just can’t appropriately convey the pain of watching a piece of yourself die…slowly.

There is a reason why some people suffer a complete breakdown. There are explanations for going catatonic. The sheer horror, the magnitude of these situations is just too much to take and so the mind shuts down. I rather imagine there is a little person inside the brain that flips a switch and closes the blinds. Sorry, we just liquidated our entire inventory–the warehouse is dark and empty, the shop is closed.

Whenever I think about this I can’t help but envision empty streets and a gray skyline punctuated by stale air and the feeling that there is something rotting away nearby. The carcass of a large animal. I can almost smell it. Little hints, whiffs of vapor that tickle my throat and make me want to gag.

When you live life veiled in shadows and darkness it is just that much harder to be happy. You fake a smile and force yourself to laugh, but the smile is strained and the laughter is hollow. A sad empty feeling. Look in the mirror and you can see the shell of someone who once was.

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  1. Jack's Shack May 13, 2006 at 5:49 am


    Yep, have a bit of darkness, do I.


    Hopefully you are well beyond it.



  2. cruisin-mom May 13, 2006 at 2:35 am

    wow: powerful…well written. You can really feel what the person is feeling.

  3. miriam May 13, 2006 at 2:05 am

    Boy, I’ve been there.

  4. kasamba May 12, 2006 at 6:05 pm

    There is some dark side to you Jack!

    (Of course it is very well written!)

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