I wrote this thing. It scares me. You don’t need to read it. I just needed to post so it could think I wasn’t afraid.
I see you. Sitting there at your computer screen, waiting for something to happen. For something to occur.
You are terrified. This awful bath of feeling. All of the dread. All of the anxiety. All of the frustration. All of it bathing you, rending your nerves, bathing your best intentions.
I wonder. Can you see me staring back at you? Can you feel my breath on your face?
I am here, right with you. Think of me, if you can, as an angel of mercy. An angel of deliverance.
I bring release. I bring relief. I bring apocalypse.
Where have you gone? Was that too much?
Why does this word frighten you so much?
Would you rather the truth be more palatable? Would you prefer an easier term for it? Transformation? Change? Personal growth?
Pardon me, while I swallow down this little bit of puke. It is vile, a terrible thing to see.
There is so much waste. So much potential unspent.
You sit there in your chair, aching for something you cannot touch. You have built a throne from the unspent coin of your dreams.
You ache to be ferocious. You ache to share this devastating beauty.
It cannot last. It cannot last.
This voice. Its truth makes you frantic. It will steal your purpose and your poise. It will rob you of the thing you most need to do.
And the hurtful thing, the diabolical reality, is that every part of it is true. There is no escape but to swim through the hateful center of it.
Dark things. Dark things. Swallow them down. Digest them. Let them nourish your mind.
You will say I am a cruel keeper. That I bring darkness and decay.
But that is not the entire truth of it. It is only the part you have let yourself see.
This thing is true. I am darkness. I am decay. But stay a moment longer and you will see what your mind could not prepare you to see. I am the darkness after the decadence. I am the rot after disease.
And when, at last, you learn to recognize these feelings for what they are, only then can you become what you are meant to be. Lean forward. Recognize the truth of this and know the true meaning of apocalypse. I am not death. I am not the end.
I am an angel of mercy. I bring with me only truth. I bring deliverance. I have come to set you free.
I am apocalypse. The full eruption of your truest self.
Are you ready? Lean closer. Breathe deep. Pull it into you.
Now, clear your mind. Let everything that is not you float away. Everything that is left is you.
Does it surprise you?
Lean forward. A friendly kiss on your furrowed brow.
Now you can begin.