By night, I am a Vampire. In the light of day, I hunt Vampire. I guess one could say, I am searching for myself.In the still of the night I am clairvoyant in my blindness. I am invisible and I am without scent. Somewhere in the darkness lives the truth. The truth struggles, screams and fights the perilous journey to the surface. Once in the light, the truth bursts into flames, releasing it's universal knowledge. The dog's bark means something more in the time of dark than in the time of day.
The last time I was in Austin, Texas, hundreds, no thousands of bats danced into the sky seemingly released by an inaudible signal. Radar. Even the most feral of feral has radar. Radar cannot lie. Liars and Vampires burst into flames in the light.
When it is day I am searching for night. When it is night, I live my secrets among the whispers.
