“Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.”
–Tibetan Book of the Dead.
This isn’t true in my world. I trust in the chill and in the darkness, where I frequently find a moment’s peace.
I sometimes do go through the tunnel, out and into the light. It’s never a journey of peace. Each trip is a journey of vengeance. I’m still seeking you, traitor. When I finally find wherever you’ve gone to hide, I will drag you back down into the dark of the crypt with me.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: