Of Us

I strayed from the path momentarily in the middle of the nighty. I simply sought refugee from prying eyes that while glowing pierced the veil that protected me to reveal what subterfuge had managed to keep hidden just beyond. I wore an outfit black as the night that protected me, yet I fooled not a being that native to those parts recognized all too easy my camouflage. What lied ahead was no surprise, demise is always at my corner, in plain sight with the guise of generosity and carelessness biding its time to inevitability. I made no sounds. I breathed lightly as to not break the silence that welcomed my escape from the unknown. I stepped with ease as to not overwhelm with my weight whatever I should step on should noise feel it necessary to make its presence known. I know not of the ways or methods to any madness, but mine begun during my nightly walk, as I stepped off the path. I learned nothing in the one thing to be learned. I learned that the methods used, the care taken, the emphasis placed, and the ideas that bring them together are as week as the frailty behind every one of us.