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“Oh my god in heaven, you’re writing again.” She scowls ever so bitterly as she looks upon me as I have defiled her, as if I am the scorn of her serenity, her precious balance of the very life itself through the mysteries captured within her bosom.
I reel back in my chair in the darkly lit office of mine bathed in the softness of the electronic light of my monitors, the glow of my illuminated keyboard and mouse, the very tools of my previsioned instruments that frees my soul that chances both my sanity and well being.
Carefully, I choose my words in the very hopes that she may understand as I begin to speak without contempt without vile or ill will to tame the burning, the rising frustration and angst within me. “The voices, the voice they come to me when I sleep, when I am awake, when I work, and when I eat. These voices like a voice of a sweet longing maiden calling me, beckoning me.
The voices I hear like the shrills of war and pestilence. I hear the voices of the characters of murder, mayhem, the voices of the wretched victims, and I hear the very notes of Nero’s violin as Rome burns to the ground. I hear the vivid screams, the vivid joys, the vivid cries of these very voices that I put into parchment through the tools of these days, my computer.
In these very voices that cause me to travel to the high places, the low places, the dark places, across seas and lands far from the reality that you beckon ever so disturbing, ever so demanding in your complaints that rudely draw me from.
Your ruthless and selfish interruptions draws me from these ventures through times, some past, some present, some in the future in that these voices that carry me. I would go mad if I could not write all of these things down. Now be gone before I write of your very death as an architect finalizing his plans as you impose your stranglehold upon these muses that drive me, that feed my very soul that I aspire to and to only be dragged away. And in my final resolve, yet I pray that you understand. My only fear is that I cannot reach an understanding within your heart and thus, your overdue demise.”
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