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Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten
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The Green Light
Prologue
THESE ARE THE SHACKLES of Life. See how they glitter and glisten in the darkness of the soul. Marvel at the crimson glow over its surface as it travels rushedly like the blood of ages, like the flow of time. These are the laws that bind us, the rules we impose ourselves into obeying. This is the restraint our mind works deep into our being. See how they shine its arrogant red light. See how they believe in their own unbreakability.
Let me show you how easily they can shatter.
But before I can indulge you, oh reader, in matters that you most definitely are not ready to face, I must prepare my and, why not, your ground. To be able to do that, I must introduce you to your humble narrator. The name you will be hopefully able to sympathize and shall later despise is as simple as I thought my life was and convenient to my outcome. An ironic play of life, one would be inclined to think: Andrew Green will be the label of a concept of existence as you probably never witnessed, or even pondered on. And I must be perfectly honest with you and say that I no longer know how old I am, as I recall being 42, 37, 25, 13 and even five years of age...
Today.
Do forgive me, but my story is neither simple nor linear enough for me to simply put into words. To illustrate the exquisite circumstance I find myself in, I will confide in you to a little secret. As I write these very words and imagine what my hand might create for the next lines, thousands of drops of the most impure water fail to touch the ground around me, halting in mid-fall from a purple sky. Through their reflections I can see a deserted and dark road above of which seven birds, blackened by the inebriating night, are frozen as if nailed to the firmament.
My time is over, but even before that, it is standing still.
And the Green Light. The foul and main cause of my current distress. Can you even imagine how you would feel if every single thing you have lived, and all you think you knew, was destroyed and replaced by a new reality, a new scheme, a new equation that mocks you in front of your very eyes? You may think that I am overreacting, and you wouldn't be the first. To show you my reason, I must tell you my story and whether or not you will believe it, or even read it, is entirely your decision to make.
The Green Light is a light post.
Several years ago, a friend of mine took a picture of a light post, its light oddly green. This sparked me to write a story that soon became a book, as my ideas often do. And, as always, the more I delved into its intricacies, the more complex and unwritable it became to me. All I ever really wrote and kind of liked was its prologue. And here it is. Perhaps one day I'll pick this one up again, I can now finally relate to the main character, at least.