So, I have discovered Trifecta and now I have a place where I can go that challenges and engages – full of interesting, intelligent people, who may well be asking ‘who let him in?‘ Too late!
This week’s one-word prompt: Dwell. Ambiguity; that’s the thing I love most about the English language, I love playing with the meaning of words and often leave things wide-open to interpretation; so I’m not sure if my effort fits within the constraints of the challenge rules, if it doesn’t then so be it. I’ve written my response and posted it anyway; your not the boss of me.
I dwell on the past and what the future may bring. Never in the present, always looking away, casting glances over my shoulder at dreams that have already slipped by like summer teenage love or to a future with souls who I will never share time nor thought with. I dwell in dreams. I dwelt in darkness for so long, too long. I dwelt on my thoughts and fears and flesh; the all-consuming company that misery loves. Too long I dwelt there, so no longer will I remain – in darkness – but still I wonder: what of and what will be? Fear follows me from out of the dark, itself afraid to be left there alone, it follows like a faithful dog – as readily as faith can lead, but these days that black dog is quieter, tamer; yet always remains close to heel for without fear and faith – without hope – there can be no past or future, which is where I dwell; never the present. What is the present except tomorrow’s future and yesterday’s past? That is where I dwell – in dreams, with her. Who is she? The greatest dream of all – that’s all.
It’s The Cranberries…