Today I’m driving once more on this very familiar road.

It has not been that long since I last drove along this nostalgic path. The sceneries remain the same as they were a while back. Still the same tall trees with black barks and thin, dying branches. Still the same empty space ahead that keeps on stretching no matter how far I travel. Still the same grey, sombre, lugubrious atmosphere.

I wonder what it is in this godforsaken place that fascinates me so much, that I lose track of reality just to return.

Even with the heater turned on in the safety of my car, I can still feel tendrils of the cold outside seeping through every crack and opening, weaving frigid fingers around my arms, my hands, my entire body. It is dark, it is evil, it is sinister, but I feel warm within its deathly embrace.

I wonder why.

And the monsters come alive.

I watch them all in awe and admiration.

For beasts as horrendous, as nasty, as gruesome as they are, they are so beautiful.

For them, nothing exists. Certainly not a human trapped in her own mind.

They live strongly and fully. So alive. With every fibre of their being screaming out who they are and what they desire.

Destruction does not matter. Disaster has no value. Catastrophe does not amount.

So wild. So vicious. Such savagery.

It’s brilliantly stunning.

Then they disappear.

 

 

Today I’m driving once more on this very familiar road.

It has not been that long since I last drove along this nostalgic path. The sceneries remain the same as they were a while back. Still the same tall trees with healthy brown barks and vibrant green leaves. Still the same rural landscape ahead that leads me to homely villages no matter how far I travel. Still the same bright, vivid, cordial atmosphere.

I wonder what it is in this god-gifted place that repulses me so much, that I’d rather get lost to never return.

How I wonder….

 

 

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