The
mind threw open it’s window to a warm and sweet smelling breeze. In with the wind
came seeds of thought; like particles of dust. The mind planted these seeds and
watered them daily. The plants began to flower and the mind loved the view.
Overwatering
in the hopes of growing something bigger and better, the water began spilling over the
edge trickling from its source. A rivulet began to run making its way down, past one clear blue eye to the corner of the mouth, trickling down the neck, pooling
at the collarbone and cascading to the chest. The water found its ground as it
always does and began filling the heart. Once filled to the brim, the heart
almost bursting, looked up at the mind and asked, “Why didn’t you close the
window sooner; before the rain poured in?” The once very bright and
intelligent mind just shook its head and said, “I don’t know.”
The
mind and the heart were uncomfortably filled and began a game called Tug of War. Refusing
to compromise, they pulled in opposite directions. As one gained ground the
other pulled harder. And so it went, back and forth, back and forth.
The
body knew this fight couldn’t go on much longer.
It was so full with conflict it refused to eat and was too troubled to sleep. The weight was so
heavy it felt like a boulder resting on the body’s chest. And it was too weak to remove
it without the help of one of the other two.
Every
time the body closed its eyes, they tugged. Pulling harder, each refusing to
give up and both determined to win.
But
there could be only one winner.
It
would be the one that fought the hardest, put up the best fight. And made the
most sense.
When
the winner’s hand was raised in victory, the body could finally rest. And it
did. It slept for the first night in its recent memory. However dreamless.
By
Duncan Sheik
