I decided to start blogging again at 2:14 am on December 22nd. I knew it was going to be a long night of infomercials and writing is a great way to combat them.
I have not been able to write in weeks. Rather, I have felt I have nothing to offer and have likely lost my audience anyway as the main character of my story has vanished.
A new antagonist has come upon the scene. I’ve been waiting for you, you big meanie.
I want you. If I can’t have my boy back, I want YOU. When you crawl onto the pages of my life you give me such beautiful weakness. You bring something so gorgeous out of me. I feel you and my hand reaches out without my consent in the beckoning motion I came to wait for. Come here. I have something to tell you, but I can no longer speak. I have something lodged in my throat. It is not a SuperNova, it is something else. It, itself is unspeakable. It isn’t grief. It is nothing but,
Annihilation is defined as “total destruction” or “complete obliteration” of an object; having its root in the Latin nihil (nothing). A literal translation is “to make into nothing”. Wikipedia.
I have annihilation lodged in my throat. Think this is too dramatic?
I didn’t think so.
While you guys sleep, my antagonist keeps me silent. I get past him for a moment at a time, but it’s tricky. I scream Ashton Ashton Ashton Ashton Ashton Ashton. Ashton!
My throat opens and snaps shut. Annihilation won’t let me go beyond that.