Eavesdropper

‘Twas different kind of storm tonight, I am hardly covering my ears but still could hear the sound of the “kudor”—a word they use to refer to the angry sound of the thunder.

But they don’t seem afraid of it, rather celebrating the storm at its peak.

They always meet in the middle of the night when there is a thunderstorm, but I never felt this way before—an eerie sense that something is about to happen, that something different is up tonight.

The same voices I hear in the darkness, enabling me to see their faces tonight as I never was. Same six figures sitting around a table, well, at least the consecutive flashes of lightning allows me to see that detail.

I wish I could go a bit closer, but what for (?) I clearly hear what they say—what they are talking about amid the roaring cry of the thunder. I was wondering before, how was that possible, until I grew tired of trying to fathom things I know I will never understand, then I got used of everything. Time made me surrender this forever post to be an eavesdropper of these weird shadows, a surreal committee and their agenda I clearly hear but was never able to understand.

They sometimes use a different language as ancient as time—making me wonder if I live in a time warp or just forever trapped in a dream where I could never wake up.

A blinding flash, a deafening roar, flood of blood in the floor...my heart's aching no more.