Ethan Naro

Barking at Shadows

Who knows how so much can dwell just beneath the surface of a glossy manicured façade. What fool would try to poke it open to examine the cause and perhaps even quell the seething roiling fires of memory broken to it’s component elements.

No dull words of consolation can bring back the innocent childish unknowing of a boy who steps out into an unexplored world and finds he must destroy to live.

No vapid smile could ever soothe the aching sufferance the intolerable losses a war of attrition between the ideal and the truth of life.

The man has to live with the brief solace found on the simple evenings when enough is done to feel proud in that little bit which one can achieve by their own means and wisdom.

What sorrow has the man who must live with those slow lazy days when sleep lasts far too long and the daylight runs swiftly over the far edge of creation, for to him the day lit world of now is the greatest frustration.

Who could ever think straight again afterwards. Who can find what purpose in the satisfaction that attends completion of all life’s considerations, as they swarm barking for notice.

Who could ever again attend to all the trials, travails, tribulations, and trivialities one must face alone, and then go on to inflict those plagues on another?

At what point are we really there for each other with this understanding of the disunity of one to unite two. Is this what we have become, two strangers staring blankly at the shadow of what we thought we had seen.