Lorenzo Buford
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I touched him;
and I heard the noises; and while I wanted to silence them, they are his voices. They are his demons. They are his fears, his collective delusions; and he thinks when we merge together, we can share in the noises of his world. I do not want his noises. He is only fiction seeking reality. It is not a world I chose to venture in so I offer him a smile, a touch on the hand, a caress on the face; and I walk away from the character who dances with me in shadows. His noises attempt to consume him as they tear the pages of reality between them. The noises want to download their stories into him which will cause him to melt into a chaotic state; and this vampire walks in day and night looking for those who need a place to bleed into when the world does not know their name. I wanted to touch him; but he hears only the noises. and not me. |
