BLACK...

Hello, darkness…. Old friend. Banished once, but persistent in your desire to weld yourself to my life.
How long will you stay this time?
Till I turn you out again?
Till you find yourself so indelibly imprinted on my soul that there’s no light left to blot out?
Till you decide to make way for the light?
Or have you learnt from your past error, and decided not to bow out at the brilliance you encountered a few months ago?
Did you miss me so?
Really?
Why?
Was there no one else who could please and satiate you more?
Why are you silent and brooding? Or is that just your nature… a nature I knew so well, but have forgotten in recent times?
You’ve begun your work I see… The light that once beckoned at the end of the tunnel dims. The shadows grow longer, and the tunnel elongates itself, reveling in your company.
For a few days now, I’ve felt you trying to claw yourself back into my life, my soul. Congratulations.
Your persistence is awe-inspiring. Your efforts have not been futile after all.
I grow resigned to your presence. You grow stronger.
Run your course. I doubt there’s much time left. So be quick.
But promise me you’ll torment only me. Let your vengeance be appeased with me. Do not turn to the source of the brilliance that once ran you out of my life. It was pure. It was good. It is so, and does not deserve you.
My life, as you well know, has been lived on the run. A month premature when I entered this world; 6 months to begin mouthing words; 10 minutes to pick up a dog; half-a-day to find my dog a home; 2 days to decide on a career; 6 months to climb up the ladder; A day to shift houses every time… the clock is ticking. There’s not much time left. Do your worst…. Your best.