Once Upon A Moon

It happened only once a year, for a short 24 hours. The damned come marching in, you might think we'd board our windows, flee town, and ready our arms to keep the city safe. But it's far less dramatic than that you see. For the damned have no ill motives or will, October 1st is merely a day where the lost souls return to their old homes and break bread with the living. It is a bitter-sweet time to see a skeleton, but with all the memories and feelings of a beloved, especially knowing in 24 hours, they will disappear once again. Of course, though, there are rules; the time restraints are strict. An old urban legend tells a tale of bones crumbling to dust at the 24th hour, never to come back living or dead. The dead may not speak a word of what the afterlife is to the living or be punished by the lord of damnation himself. This day never meant much to me in the past; as an orphan and a social outcast, I never had anyone to reunite with, no one ever wanted to come back for me. But...

"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes." It's hard to describe the void. The void that can take any of us at any time, it resides in all of us it's just a matter of who is unlucky enough to have it worse. A twisted spin the wheel and win a prize. But the prize is depression. deep. dark. clinical. Doctors shake their heads at you, not believing, medleys of mind-numbing pills. It saps everything from you yet I hear them say "I could never." "No matter what it always cheers me up." "Nothing could take my love for it away." Maybe it's better to be numb, that way you can't feel the sadness, the world-view shattering feelings of looking at that something, that one thing you love more than anything. And feeling absolutely nothing. The realization taking you whole that even the thing you love most in the world can't begin to scratch the surface of the void inside. But, every so oft...