Lucifuge & the Interstitial Thread

Interstitial: Something situated within, occurring in or relating to the small gaps or narrow spaces between things.

There are stories that i cannot tell. without a doubt these are the best stories i could offer and the ones i need to tell. But how?

Sometimes the things that propel us in life are a mix of things that happen before we're ready or able to deal with them and the bad decisions we make as a reaction. No matter how dark the path and twisted the trees we all have some life left in the light, where judging shrews and perfect prudes wait to tear down those trying to find their way. Often these same people are the weeds in the garden that cannot be easily ripped out. justice cannot be served because we risk destroying the entire garden.

The people and places most familiar to me are people who flee the light seeking refuge in dark basements, crawl spaces and smokey rooms that would terrify those that drove us from the light. I'll take my chances in a place i know i cannot trust anyone over somewhere i'm expected to trust and respect those worthy of neither.

There are only two paths down here. You either learn to tolerate abuse exchanging a small piece of your soul for whatever helps you escape yourself for a short time or you become dangerous. You embrace your own darkness. Understand how far you are willing to go. You hide your soul and never let anyone know it's there.

Although i cannot tell you the stories Im here to tell, I will attempt to tell you something else. A series of somethings held together by an unseen thread. A golden thread stitched through the seemingly empty spaces where nothing can be written...