Madness. “It’s utter madness, John! What the fuck are you doing?” suddenly the inner voice awoke to find its host in the most controversial position it ever had the displeasure to awaken to. But John cared little for the noisy thing and simply enjoyed the moment. Well, enjoy would be too little of a word to truly describe what sort of feeling whirled and spun in him. Not a singe of regret clouded his mind. There was no tomorrow, according to his calculation. Today would last forever, because today was meant to stay forever just as he was meant to lie on the top of a truck and be kissing his student. This was fate at its finest and cruelest. He took in the sweetness of Sullivan’s mouth, savoring the instances before breath would become a necessity once more. The other’s fingers tangled in his hair and he only wanted more. It was madness and more, madness and more, that continued to twist and turn like a pair of dancing snakes.
Even the thunder and lightning could not awaken the man from the slumber of his logic. And the more Sullivan pressed, the farther away John drifted from his original position. “John, god damn it! What happened to keeping everything separated? Hm?” the voice would not give up but continue its meaningless banter. Wind picked up speed, swishing past them. Its voice was loud in the man’s ears, at times blocking out the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain and booming growl of the thunder. This was heaven. In contradiction to anyone ever saying anything about paradise, John would later reflect upon this moment of spontaneous insanity and speak of this as the true freedom the people seek.
Writing keeps me sane where silence slowlt kills me. Long live the written word!