Here is a little something that came to me in traffic.

[Wolfglen]

When I was a child my invisible friend asked me what I wanted. After 10 minutes passed or what seems like a lifetime to a seven year old, I smiled and whispered my dreams, fears and desires. Though I spoke the truth; it is hard for one so young to understand the price that magic demands. Looking back in the mirror of time it is easy to see the whys and wherefores. It is much harder not to grieve for the slow, almost never ending nibbling that attempts to consume one’s soul. Thus I looked out over the dark sky and plunged the knife deeper hoping to kill that still invisible friend, that had been feasting on my soul these many years.

I awake from the dream. The bed is soaking wet and my nose shows the bloody remains of another losing battle with physics. Shaking myself out of last dregs of what some know as the test, which was and not studied for or being chased by a giant snake while you have a craving for cheddar dream. Everyone has their own form, depending what craved its nails into your developing psyche. My dream is simple. I fear that what I have done somehow did not come from my own mind. Where does one draw the line of creativity and possessed demon spawn?

It was this question that racked me in my bouts of restful oblivion, and lately I was losing the fight. Yes, I had been told repeatedly, by high priced professionals, that the depths of creativity did not differentiate between heaven and hell. This mathematics of the mind left me floundering like a schoolboy attempting figure out fates of trains A, B and C.

[Wolfglen]

As this metaphoric melody of the applied soul played in that small portion of the human brain, in which the preverbal song gets stuck, I looked at the letter I had just opened. It was a relic of long ago days. In this day and age of the ever increasing quest for faster and more efficient, someone had taken the time to write a letter. However this was a letter, in that those who lived in the long ago past would have recognized an educated hand and the trappings of wealth. The paper was heavy and the fibers drank the ink, with a lust for life that many would envy. Words were crafted and the layers of meanings could be found from the mundane to sublime. If one looked close enough and gave the ever so gentle tilt of the head, signs of divine or demonic began to surface.

[Wolfglen]

It seems that a dear friend was stuck in the limbo hell of not knowing if they were dying. Tests were taken and in a nod to the inquisition a notice of needing to come in for another much longer appointment had been delivered. Of course the earliest opening was not for several weeks. Thus the letter I received was debating all the possible meanings of the delay. Was the delay an indicator that it was not too serious or just that the health care system was just this overloaded. The levels of meaning and hidden agendas played out over numerous pages. It was in the spaces in-between that the first signs of those inner demons began their heavenly dance.

[Wolfglen]

While visions of the impossible shifted into the cracks of reason that form the beginnings of doubt; the page seemed to spring to life. I watched the page blow across the room, while not being aided by a breeze. This phantom jet stream seemed to be heading for an unlike source. I ran after the now racing parchment, for it seemed to have grown in size and age during the passage. As an eternity passed quickly before my eyes, the gnawing of worry began to fill my mind. Not unlike a cat that keeps meowing over time.

At last we arrived at the destination. The blankness of my expression would seem unusual for one that had just spent several minutes following an object that had become animated. I pulled up short and starred as it gently floated into the open toilet. The schoolboy in me chuckled at the final resting place. It was in this moment that the room changed. The temperature dropped, mirrors seemed to develop frost and my breath was now visible. As my mental gears shifted into overdrive the page made contact with the water and life exploded around me.