As I Lay Living

In the back of the house there was a strange knocking noise that was rhythmic, but most definitely not musical. Each time the tinny ratchet sounded, I imagined a glass of water rippling; each small wave bouncing off the glass walls. These seemingly uncontainable molecules were not dissimilar to my thoughts as I had entered the house to deliver the news that my grandfather had passed on to a better place the night before. There was an eerie aura that I immediately felt when I walked onto the property. An almost desolate feel vexed me as I felt some of my energy being pulled to even the energy field. Yes, my grandmother was a "believer" of sorts, but none of her beliefs could save my papa when he passed. You can see why I have a hard time believing in all the power of her beliefs. As I passed into the living room, the knocking got louder and louder and as the floor boards creaked, the knocking stopped.