INSIDER: Delirium
What cold air lingers on the tip of my clothes that seeps into the pores of my exposed skin underneath. Outside, the light of the sky has been smothered in a black ink that has ravaged day into night. Oh, night time. How the crooning of your arrival whispers a searing greeting into my ear which slowly transcends into a rising cacophony of my past regrets, unsound judgements, and nonsensical mistakes. With every second that pushes me further and further into the dark, my mind gradually slips deeper and deeper into delirium- a state that I have become so familiar with which drags out a character within me that lies dormant during the waking hours of light. An ominous creature that meets me with a long, crooked smile upright and small unsettling eyes that twitch with each movement, and hands that are long and slender, but pale and hands clenched together into fists as if holding a prized possession inside. It takes me by the hand, and leads me further into the nighttime, further into the darkness, further into a part of my mind that isn’t dared to be touched in my conscious state. Only when my mind is weakened by tiredness and fatigue is it vulnerable, and susceptible to deranged thoughts, and convoluted scenarios playing over and over in my head. But it is when the gates of the fullest potential of my creativity is opened to run free, and run rampant. It is when my most obscure ideas become carved into paper, and wildest imagination cross over from being locked in my mind, to being a physical being in reality. So, I welcome the darkness with open arms, and take it not only by the hand, but by the arm, the shoulder, the entire body.
Delirium, we meet again.
