My Pet Hole

And then coming to realize over the next few days that it was meant only for me and that it should never be discussed or written about or if I were able to draw it or paint it as it seemed to warrant, its power and meaning could only be lessened if not destroyed. Wherever this place was that contained it, where I was and had been for some time, was nowhere near my now. I was much older though I'm not sure how I knew this for I was never shown any part of myself in the vision. Perhaps a shadow here or there, or my silhouette from afar as I stood there looking upon it. It was in a field somewhere at the edge of something, high above a place I'd been searching for all this time. It was always windy up there, the tall grass surrounding it billowing in wild waves. I was pleased because I was now a man who could say he believed in himself despite all consequence. The feeling of this was clearly the message. And the danger of its walls forever crumbling as it grew beneath my feet like a beast yawning behind a cage, its long yellowed teeth telling me all there was to know.