Shadows Bliss

Flick... Flick... Psshh...

A single light light illuminates a vast basement pushing shadow and light into an all-night brawl of opposites. Faces left and right surrounded with the warmth and a twinkle settles to each eye.

Their eyes settle to one...

He smiles knowing that all eyes are on him. He the center of attention basking in their jealousy and impatience.

The first whiff of utter sweetness, the smell floating throughout the air like a delicious perfume.

Everyone's nose flickering at its twisted glory. The room dies into a silence matched by nothing less than the single cursed light that holds their breath in its grasp.

Voice and emotion return with the laughter and happiness of those lucky to join this secret bond. A smile wider than the one prior returns to the gayest of faces sitting in the ring.

Alone with pride he hands his precious peace pipe unto his own.

A fog settles between one and all, the ring closes with dancing light.

The death of another cherry is rejoiced and mourned in the same second.

There is no fighting, there is only ignorant bliss. Nothing more than an idea carried throughout the cultures.