Dark Horse

C.S. Mack Author

Dark Horse

I challenge you. There are no gauntlets to be thrown down, chests to puff, fisticuffs in the ring, or guerilla tactics on our field where challenges are raised, sorted, and scrutinized. These challenges are more pure, sincere, deeper, and potentially devastating than those silly little war games. I raise questions that are keen, and at times, profoundly exacerbating, inciting inerrant truths. Only the resilient can endure these sessions. The insipid, stupid, and reckless find my challenges upsetting to the point of anger, but not the likes of you. Where the small-minded would shut out my enlightened ruminations to save their wholesale narrowness, you silently consider, passing some introspective time away, later to return and discuss the honesties that lie within the challenge… or possibly the myths that lie somewhere in between.

When we gather in repose hashing and rehashing life over fleeting and stolen moments, there is no time for ignoring the significance, and heartfelt realities these poignant challenges present. I am wholly apologetic when these encounters burden and annoy you in the moments we share too rarely, but really isn’t that why you seek me? You want to know the essence of what I have to offer during those most delicate discussions. Your solicitous inquires desire revelations, navigations, and the requisite skills of negotiation when presented with paths leading towards life’s sudden anxieties. You query my capacity to acknowledge unswerving conditions of love no matter the force tumultuously defying such tenderness and affection.

I will forever offer you veracity from my wide lens with a graceful smile, no judgment concealed within as I only care for you, and your best lived life. Matters of importance, your heart, business, those you love, and hold dear will be unknown and unacknowledged beneficiaries of our mindful unions where we practice perfecting the shaping of ourselves, and who we are in their presence. I have nothing to gain in our too intimate exchanges, except your exceptional companionship, and the pleasure we share in each other’s presence, a sincerely shared joy on the vast field of introspective conflict, and mutual consumption of such delicious analyses.

Our common desire for the experimentation of thought manifests in the physical, but it is our intellectual synergy that refines our collective moments, the ingestion and depletion of want, need, and the duplicitous challenges before us. We, a company of two, digest the cosmos in a splash of time without ever devouring our communal contemplation. Entirely considerate of the rules of engagement, we know not to tempt that fate; a fate that could only signal a division of two into nothingness. Our commitment to seeing a task through is both rapturous and arduous drudgery. Dwelling in the realm of challenges tossed on the table of living is not for weak souls. We accept the ridgid structure of a challenge, soften its bossy and boisterous will with a duet of solutions and predatory conquests, an undivided attack of our two selves made into a collective swaddling of hardships in solitary togetherness, a solidarity committed to resolutions.

Those fatigued from intellectual seeking and questions, the challenge-less, bore us becoming off colored shades dimmed low under the brilliant hues of lives’ striving towards truth, precision in fulfilling success, stellar growth, inner attainment, steadfast determination, and uncommon exceptionality. Our robust melee will continue to confront seemingly insurmountable trials as we move through the voids undulating between dream like peacefulness and extreme strife, embattled soldiers leaving everything on the plains of Nysa. I will mutely endure by your side, remain your green light, your artist, bowing low while giving council to my equal; together watching the ultimate challenge fall away from our sight.