“And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.”
I need you now Victor.
The big brother called with a stern voice from the
darker, just now, strangely, convincingly frightening, unforeseable darkness.
We both heard the tone. It screwed our soul and
poisoned the linoleum floor.
Stuck in between, my little brother gripped my arm. One eye closed and his teeth glaring through his raspberry lips he scrunched his face up and roared, “I need you”.
There was like a war going on between his conscious and subconscious. He let go. Spun. I nee you. He needs you now. I need you. I need. I need you now. Noow. The anger in his voice worried me. But, conscious of the stimulus which had provoked him, I let it rest. I let hi, mingle. Let him process. Swaying compulsively in confluence in the ripples of the burst the meditation slowing became song. In the doorway, hands moving in the shape of a dancer preparing for a pirouette, each foot placed pm either side of the division, he transformed the roar into the most loving symphony. Tunes of coexistence filled my space and the bunker of a basement laundry room. His eyes shone as a remarkable I meed you floated towards my heart. Victor had through, exposing his self and utilising his subconscious, occupied his surroundings and expanded his eye to recognise the love in the, at first sight, hostile exclaim. I need you was no longer a limiting attempt to colonise another but evidence of the brothers coexistence and interdependency. Despite the authoritarian mark initially selected the boy managed to step outside of the binary and choose possibility over fear.