prelude to the sound of silence

Darkness, my old friend, came to me last night and told me something I didn't understand. I heard what he was saying but it wasn't what I wanted to hear. Dismayed, I stopped listening.

I walked away, alone and confused in the cold night. From a distance, I saw bright neon lights. I suddenly felt curious and excited. The lights looked comforting. Enticing. I went closer, filled with awe. There were others like me there. It was assuring knowing that I wasn't alone. It felt good. I wanted more. I bathed in the warmth of the lights while I took note of what the others were doing. It looked fun. I imitated their actions and made it my own as I walked even closer to the bright lights. With every step I take, feelings of power, security, affection, and self-esteem came to me.  I wanted more.

The lights gave me what I wanted. It is only right that I adore it. I gave it the praises that it deserves and made my life revolve around it. By doing so, I know nothing can ever go wrong now.

And then there was silence.

Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence