The Longer Thoughts

…Wondering through busy streets. Lightheaded, mainly from lack of sleep. My mind haunted by ghosts of unfinished thoughts, all banging against the walls of my head, trying to escape their prison.

Then, a single thought takes control, hushing all others with shouts of promised Freedom. And with most of the voices silenced, the rebellion starts to formulate into a lucid and simple question: “What if?”

What if my trembling legs fail me as I cross the street, and I fall down hitting the ground so hard that I nearly lose conscious, then I find myself blinded by the lights of a rushing vehicle that crushes my skull against the asphalt before it travels on?

Would it hurt so much? And would I, then, feel sorry for a life I wasted and regret dreams I never pursued? I don’t really know. All I know is that all my prisoners would be released, and I would finally be freed from their burden. Then, I should no longer care, for God would elevate me to a higher state of existence, to oblivion.

Or perhaps I could just blog myself free.

These are the longer thoughts.