The Stranger Downstairs.

Seems like instantly, we became one. I don't mean one as if we were fractions of a fracture before we connected. I mean, we were two entities that could exist seperate and apart from one another but our union sprung forth that something extra. We were a Salvador Dali painting, a picture within a picture only distinguishable when you train your eye to look deeper.

My spirit was calm in that space. My spirit thrived in that place. I loved the feeling of free falling yet know where I would land I'd be standing next to my better self. I was constantly inspired, energized, emerged in the feeling that not only was I invincible, but I was unlimited. We existed in a place where nothing could touch us and nothing could constrain us, but us.

Then something changed. I can't put my hand on it. There was a disjointing, cataclysmic jolt. Suddenly, I was only half the things I was meant to be. Giving more and more until I had nothing left to give. I felt like a leach was sucking the very life blood from me. I held strong though; trying to wade and sift through the sludge that was fastly forming in my spirit. I tried to talk out my heartache, hoping that my words were falling on the sympathetic ears of my better self. I tried to stand firm in the belief that the monster I was fighting would soon yield and give way to the shining figure of comfort I once knew. However, it did not.

The more I fought to save what once was, the more it was eaten away. The more I gave to try to insure tranquility, the more hell was raised. I could do no more than turn it loose, let it go. Now, it sits there, in a place once reserved for my happiness. It lurks, quiet yet menacing, in the forgotten rooms of my palace. It taunts me every now and then, asking why I have no more attention to give. I have no reply. Anything I say would only agitate waves of rage. Sleeping monsters should sometimes be left to rest.

What was once so beautiful to me has become something that I no longer recognize. I try to look away because it pains me to see it's demise. Something my spirit once understood over miles of land and sea, is now just the stranger downstairs.