Excerpt from Chapter Five One Thousand Years Genesage
One Thousand Years: Genesage
This is what it was like to be insane.
Laughing, giddy, insanity, and not knowing what was occurring but merely experiencing the
feelings. No thought, no reason, no urge to understand. This was better, just go from one
goofy reality to another, and never see anything that looked normal or made any sense at all.
Why think? Just feel. Don't react just look and laugh. Absurdity was the rule now and he was
just along for the ride.
Feeling the wind whip through his hair was almost invigorating, never mind it was from being
held by an angel, absurd. The beat of wings like a flock of geese thumping the atmosphere,
never mind they were high in the sky and not in a jet, absurd. How absurd to feel the sheer
force of each flap and accompaniment of power transmitted from the back wing muscles to
the angels arms holding him, ridiculous. How absurd that somehow this raw brute strength and
something more, something surreal, felt almost comforting to him, that's crazy. And yet those
thoughts were that which kept him alive.
Strength in each flap. A beat in each thump. The Wings which cupped the air took on the
sound of his heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump, his heart slowed to keep pace. The steady
rhythm acted like a chant or a mantra and slowed his racing thoughts and rapid heart rate. His
breathing became more even and slowly the sanity he had sought to escape slipped in the side
doors of his mind and wrestled for dominance.
It made no sense at all.
The very minute the angel appeared Tom rejected the notion he saw what he thought he saw.
Since Tom had previously decided he didn't believe in God or accept God anymore he didn't
now. He had promised himself and swore to himself that he would never again be abused or
deceived into believing something or someone that wasn't true. So this could not be true. It
could not be real. He must be dreaming now. A Dream in an insane mind and sooner or later
he would wake up. Do the Insane dream? They must he thought and all he could do was to
repeat to himself.
“I really am about to die."
“I really am about to die."
"I really am..,"
And unbeknownst to Tom the very wish for death isolated his thoughts and focused him back
from the brink of insanity.
-Excerpt from Chapter Five of One Thousand Years: Genesage
Laughing, giddy, insanity, and not knowing what was occurring but merely experiencing the
feelings. No thought, no reason, no urge to understand. This was better, just go from one
goofy reality to another, and never see anything that looked normal or made any sense at all.
Why think? Just feel. Don't react just look and laugh. Absurdity was the rule now and he was
just along for the ride.
Feeling the wind whip through his hair was almost invigorating, never mind it was from being
held by an angel, absurd. The beat of wings like a flock of geese thumping the atmosphere,
never mind they were high in the sky and not in a jet, absurd. How absurd to feel the sheer
force of each flap and accompaniment of power transmitted from the back wing muscles to
the angels arms holding him, ridiculous. How absurd that somehow this raw brute strength and
something more, something surreal, felt almost comforting to him, that's crazy. And yet those
thoughts were that which kept him alive.
Strength in each flap. A beat in each thump. The Wings which cupped the air took on the
sound of his heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump, his heart slowed to keep pace. The steady
rhythm acted like a chant or a mantra and slowed his racing thoughts and rapid heart rate. His
breathing became more even and slowly the sanity he had sought to escape slipped in the side
doors of his mind and wrestled for dominance.
It made no sense at all.
The very minute the angel appeared Tom rejected the notion he saw what he thought he saw.
Since Tom had previously decided he didn't believe in God or accept God anymore he didn't
now. He had promised himself and swore to himself that he would never again be abused or
deceived into believing something or someone that wasn't true. So this could not be true. It
could not be real. He must be dreaming now. A Dream in an insane mind and sooner or later
he would wake up. Do the Insane dream? They must he thought and all he could do was to
repeat to himself.
“I really am about to die."
“I really am about to die."
"I really am..,"
And unbeknownst to Tom the very wish for death isolated his thoughts and focused him back
from the brink of insanity.
-Excerpt from Chapter Five of One Thousand Years: Genesage
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