The Hunger And Defeat

When the walls are void of all other life, the gears inside mesh and turn at an increased rate... more apt to move around and focus on certain projects. Overall, we just function better... no outside energy sources or vibrations to confuse us further. The floorboards creak as they are slowly lifted upwards... the children slither out upon the floor and begin to chant excessively as they shamble around the room. Loneliness withers away and is replaced with eagerness to explore the cardboard boxes and warm, pulsing collections... the loneliness is greatest when surrounded by other people. Perhaps it's the disassociation and confusion that arises around family or company... the stage must be set and the lines are in place. Action! There are no performers here, just the ones in chains and the children that watch in horror as the flesh flies... the bits and pieces are of the same source. Separate of body, but together in mind. It's a time to shine and be ourselves... no need to pretend or worry what others say and think. Reality and humanity breed without discretion... together in the dissection, it's our time to wander and smile. These occurrences are extremely rare and valued immensely... I can escape the madness, although temporary, and listen as our thoughts digest the troubles of yesterday. Regardless of the occupancy, the flood gates will rupture and those demons come in full force... swinging the meat and memories. The area shifts in shape and these empty walls become bricks of stone... notches that tear the nails from our fingertips as we scamper for an exit. That very peace becomes a prison and the people that left, to offer me sanctuary, are needed to return home to offer grounding reality... it's a battle for time and sanity, pacing the floors for new life and discomfort. As much as I enjoy and thrive in the absence of people... I can't live on my own. I need people to keep me grounded in reality... in a place where people feed on food, rather than flesh.