...the return of the comeback kid

The sun lurched across the planes, coating the little houses, the vast prairies and the odd mountains with a tingle of deception. The same eyes he had used to greet strangers and betray loyal acquaintances and lovers.. The same two globes of fire that would ignite when a kill was ready.. when the decision had taken steps in the mind and there was no turning back.. they were there, sentient sentries eager to perform..he always felt incensed but the rage never seemed to overtake him.. he was cool for lack of a better word.. others might include stale, inhuman, unscrupulous and you could count them in under the number of adjectives he could cover himself with.. to him however, these were all coats to loose for him to wear, as for the vanity of words.. he didn’t care for these imposed sobriquets, he preferred to counter his own delusions with monikers of his own..

had you asked him at the time I'll venture he’d fancied himself to be detached, solitary, taken to his thoughts.. brooding, reflective.. he enjoyed his company and loved the innocence of his fellows humans.. he just didn’t enjoy their faults.. he didn’t agree with them.. they reminded him of his dark trimmings.. it’s hard enough to fend off the specters that inhabit your shadows.. the faint ethers of the light that give you joy and make you smile… “There’s no further need to usher forward the constant reminders of that decadence that will precede us” he’d say.. he always enjoyed a tad of the word weaving.. said you could measure a man by the words he employs, the silence he will command and the respect he will conquer.. and that all forms of non verbal communication although harder to pick up, would provide you with all the amount of information needed to shape up your awareness..before even you actually heard someone pull their weight around any exchange..and he is a good talker, a really good talker.....he can drink everyone with few words..

To be honest, do you really even believe what I just said? Me who can always see what is broken but can never find a way to fix it .. What if someone like me who is privy to this sort of behavior began acting in an entirely manner, with the sole purpose of throwing you of your scent,… this would be the perfect cover… so tie me down as cunning, sly, manipulative and subversive.. Sounds too much like the description of someone whose head is already too far up his own ass, by even so i'll indulge..after all, I’m just like a whisper (under the guise of words)..