On Going

They say don’t look in the mirror at night. Better yet, don’t look at your reflection with a candle in pitch black. Staring into your own eyes. There is something in between those moments when you look into your own soul.

Take it from me… I did it and I regret. Now I live every moment dotting my eyes, so I don’t miss. As he keeps running back and forth across the room, so I don’t catch his gaze. I can only assume if I did I would become one… which I want for I feel lonely with out.

True Story…

I was stupid and naïve. I didn’t know any better and I didn’t have guidance to tell me no. well I heard stories from my Ma from back in the day. Telling me. if you hear a banging on the door and no one is there, don’t answer. That’s letting spirits in. probably harmful but some that want to manipulate. I had my fair share and to this day of May seventh, two thousand and twenty-three…I still feel them creeping up… knocking. My prayers guide me to not open the door when they knock. Doesn’t mean I don’t whisper a hello now and then.

First I must take you back when I was a teen. Parents are out and I was left alone. What I tell you is a testimony to why I write. Number nine. Fourteen-twenty-three. I shouldn’t be here. I should be dead. As I stood on that bridge, ready to jump I made promises that kept me going. Those promises helped me fight my own personal demons…. I can hear them knocking now.

I shouldn’t have played with the Ouija board as a teen. A homemade Ouija board out of a cereal box. I think I broke all the rules out of stupidity. I left it under my bed for weeks and the piece on top. I didn’t say goodbye. Never closed… and now as much as I pray we became too good of friends… unfortunate, they’re my only good friend.

Short story short because this is shorter than I thought, and I must make it longer. Don’t. Just like the cat that was killed by curiosity. You never know what you get until you seek. In this case… don’t stare into your own eyes at three Am. Especially if you have others hovering over you whispering to do it. What I hear when I write…

facite. facite. facite. da mihi animam tu