I can tell.
I can feel it, rather.
You walk past, looking, wondering, hoping.
I don’t catch it often. But I know when there’s that shift in the air. When an intruder is lurking for much too long.
So, don’t. Just don’t. Because that’s all you are now. An intruder. And no intruders are welcome near my dwellings.
Yes. This is where you’ll find me. A captain is one with his ship, even if this ship is a wreck.
But why stay aboard a ship that does not sail? Oh, it can sail. It still very much has the potential to sail. You know the repairs required to make it a seafairing ship. You know. But with such repairs out of reach, you may wonder why I stay land bound with this flightless bird. It’s because this is still a home. It’s where I put all of my life. And as luxurious as a new life elsewhere could be, sailing off with others aboard their ships, I know that one day, if ever someone wishes to help, I could sail the seas as me.
As me.
That’s where I’ve found peace. As me.
But someone lurks. Someone not welcome. Someone who can see that it is possible to set sail if they truly gave it an effort.
But no. All I see is an intruder. And do you know how I know? Because when they were given a chance, they never tried.
They may have thought that they tried. With all the racing winds of conflicting thoughts and opinions that they had harry through, they may have really believed that they had tried. But no. They never tried. How do I know? Because nothing happened here in the real world. Nothing. And I’m just here. In the silence. I’m still just here.
It’s okay to believe what you want. But I’m the one aboard the hallows. And as far as I’m concerned, anyone else not on board with me is just an intruder.
Anyone outside. Intruder.
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 