An hour long stay
November 25, 2017 at 9:35 am
(This post was last modified: November 25, 2017 at 9:40 am by WinterHold.)
Religion is the salvation people like me find to escape the traps of humanity.
Just like the song "Hotel California", it's a long desert highway, you find a hotel on the side, you go in.
Here's what the story differs.
A servant of the house moves in, and tells me: "80 Minutes, then you're out". He takes me in inside to a big party, with men and women dressing their best; or trying to look their best.
I'm alone from minute 1. 10 minutes pass and in them I learn the music played. The melody has lovely soothing effect.
The next 20 minutes I learn to dance to the music; I learn to dance alone, the faces of the guests seem to just vanish with time. Their faces are never clear. I wanted a lady to be my companion, but they have so many different faces. They change faces. All of them. So I keep dancing.
The next 50 minutes, I go to the group of people sitting by the door out. They sit, but they can't move anymore. There's blood around some of them. Some have wounds.
I asked them: why did you stay? 1 guy jumped and told me that leaving is "so hard": the shift in the peoples' faces is "normal" and a "right they have".
The wounded ones told me on the other hand: the hotel has traps. But it's so beautiful. So we fought for our traps. Earned every drop of blood, everybody has a personal trap. For traps we fall; for traps we bleed.
The last in the group told me to look up: I found the roof cracking and about to fall on the dancing crowd. The woman told me: They continue to dance despite knowing that the roof will fall. They say nobody is out there. I laughed and told her: but who made the car I used to drive here if nobody was out? she replied back: they are drunk on the dance. They call the dance "life".
The 20 extra minutes? well, time is irrelevant.
I then sit next to the group.
Just like the song "Hotel California", it's a long desert highway, you find a hotel on the side, you go in.
Here's what the story differs.
A servant of the house moves in, and tells me: "80 Minutes, then you're out". He takes me in inside to a big party, with men and women dressing their best; or trying to look their best.
I'm alone from minute 1. 10 minutes pass and in them I learn the music played. The melody has lovely soothing effect.
The next 20 minutes I learn to dance to the music; I learn to dance alone, the faces of the guests seem to just vanish with time. Their faces are never clear. I wanted a lady to be my companion, but they have so many different faces. They change faces. All of them. So I keep dancing.
The next 50 minutes, I go to the group of people sitting by the door out. They sit, but they can't move anymore. There's blood around some of them. Some have wounds.
I asked them: why did you stay? 1 guy jumped and told me that leaving is "so hard": the shift in the peoples' faces is "normal" and a "right they have".
The wounded ones told me on the other hand: the hotel has traps. But it's so beautiful. So we fought for our traps. Earned every drop of blood, everybody has a personal trap. For traps we fall; for traps we bleed.
The last in the group told me to look up: I found the roof cracking and about to fall on the dancing crowd. The woman told me: They continue to dance despite knowing that the roof will fall. They say nobody is out there. I laughed and told her: but who made the car I used to drive here if nobody was out? she replied back: they are drunk on the dance. They call the dance "life".
The 20 extra minutes? well, time is irrelevant.
I then sit next to the group.
