Under the Influence

The Thing swirls its tendrils at me in silent menace. Whenever I look away I catch a glimpse of predatory movement, but then when I look back, it’s as if nothing has changed. Did the Thing move or not?

My mind swirls in confusion, thoughts and worries taunt me in a fog blanketing my resolve. I cannot escape the foreboding thought they “they” are out to get me. And in advance of their assault, they have sent their minions, these weeds, to gather data, to observe me and report back. Where and when will I be safe from their influence, from their grasping tentacles of deceit and beguilement?

Do they spew propaganda that contains the ring and odor of organic truth to get me to side with them? Are they beautiful or a menace? Am I in danger or am I simply insane? Who exactly do these weeds report back to?

Forgive me dear readers. I have just awoken from either a spell or a nightmare. I am not sure which. It is as if all that was verdant and rich turned suddenly gray-cast, foggy and mysterious. I shall strive to regain my bearings to see clearly another day.

Perhaps the weeds have gotten to me.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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4 Replies to “The Thing”

  1. believe me, I get a little lost in the weeds myself, especially of late … even when we try our best to keep our eye on the beauty, or the unique, or what we can learn from every situation, we still sometimes end up a little lost in the weeds. hope the weekend finds you in a more colorful place.

    1. Thank you Ntexas99. Even the darkness can be illuminating. It was a tad enjoyable to let myself succumb to it, knowing the dawn will surely come, as it always does. Sometimes sorrow makes the joy sweeter, yes?

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