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Sunday, August 19, 2012

"Darkness" Possible Book snippit :o

There's a Darkness that exists in all humans. Not in the way that dark follows day, not necessarily the extensive black and white belief of good versus evil. It's something a bit more in the gray areas, somewhere in the expansive between that could stretch forever between argued morals and values. It's the thing that makes the same ones who rage verbally against the injustices of the world curl up with a book about dark possession and sensual sacrifice. The thing that calls out to the curiosity of the unknown, and not simply the stigma attached to them. Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, strong powerful men, impossibly brave women, Superheros – the greatest dream of our twisted natures. No hero is simply born to what he becomes, circumstance and life and tragedy always fixes him. Vampire's are people that defy death while spreading little slices of it. The Paranormal, our imaginations belief that we are genuinely immortal as the passing days and nights, twisting and calling us into it's darker Depths.

Though the Darkness is not entirely evil, either. The term 'Darkness', always brings into mind the impossibly tongue-in-cheek term for something twisted, unwanted, uncouth. It's that parallel, that taffy term that draws in the right frame of mind to form and follow the suggested line of thought. Along and following these thoughts to subjects like Love- most would say the coin follows to Obsession along it's backward facing sister. The truth though rarely do humans particularly understand that their strongest ideal's of 'Love' border on possessive obsession. The greatest love songs, the sweetest of tragic love stories that capture their imagination and make them crave for that elusive emotional attachment. Think of it now, go and follow your thought to the kind of things you crave, and be honest. The deepest, darkest desires that swirl around in the back of your brain, threatening to come close to the light of understanding and illusion.

What if those were offered to you, brought to you with a single stipulation of a glistening gem and platinum collar? No other strings beyond the attachment of the object like some long lost necklace around your very neck? Some love the idea, some of you balk at it with a sniff of derision. The truth though is if it's physical or metaphysical it exists. The old metaphor of ball and chain, these desires and wishes would bring you and bind you to the same thing you said you could not understand. They flirt and tease your so called moral objective and code, the values that you've been beaten and cohered into following like some mindless herd mind to the buzzing noise in the bright lit sky. The desires regardless of logic will swirl, hound, and shark at that crumbing isle of 'Maybe' that exists in your own head, they will continuously test the limitations of 'no' and bring you to your knees in the end. So imagine if you would, that moment of pure genuine terror and fear, that paralyzing moment you realized that no matter your strengths or weaknesses there was no way to fight back, no way to break free, and you were simply at whim of circumstance that had captured you so.

That, that moment. That is your true “Darkness”, your secret dirty desire, locked away. To know, for just a few moments, a few seconds of each day, that ideals like responsibility where lifted from your hands and placed simply into the other; if it's physical or idealistic. It is neither black nor white, neither right nor wrong. No, it is not Faith, not touching on the idealistic or path that lead you to that, this is simply reasoning to understand that Darkness, what it means, internally, mentally, chemically. This is what I mean when I suggest that 'Darkness' exists in all humans, this thing that regardless of race, sexual creed, skin color, religious background or heritage it is there. It is that Darkness that calls to you, that will be harnessed, corrupted, and used to place that weight around your throat. There is no use fighting, its inevitable.

-SADE

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