This is one of many prologues I've written for my story book. I have about a dozen of them. The plan was to choose one to actually use. My latest idea is that I will have a chapter that consists of all my prologues.
the beginning is not the beginning, this is how it starts but this is not the beginning, the beginning was before, the beginning was before that time, that time was a new beginning, that time was a death, the beginning was the beginning, then there was death, a death, the death,
following that time, that death, then the slow re-entry, we forty year birth, during which time, nothing, except dreams, except nightmares, except hallucinations, except paranoid dreams, a long exception, except this
ring ring ring is, what a phone sounded like, nobody home to hear it,
flashing red light, is what we saw, later, flashing red light is, how it starts, then a beep, a long slow beep of recognition, not memory, not yet, just, foreboding,
this is how it starts, hello, this is we brother, we have a message for we, and, we better be sitting down,
we knew at that instant, not who but what, a death, not we death, not the death that time, we brother death, we other death, we new death, we knew death, we is dead, we killed we-self, now we knew who,
death at that time, death now, always death, death not death,
before that time, was this time, this time became that time, that time became this time, it’s all the same, the same time, we must stretch the time, to see it,
we walked from this time, into that time, into a death, we push it away, we pushed it away, we walked from that time, into this time, which becomes that time, again,
we death that time, we death this time, it’s all the same,
that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock,
walking in this time, walking in to home, walking into a long slow beep, walking into we brother, him, walking into we brother, him, walking into death, walking into the start, walking in to, not memory,
walking into a familiar feeling, into a sense of it, a recognition, the same that isn’t the same, walking into it, walking into that time, but from a distance, still, not ready,
many times, we was not ready, many times, we stumbled, from the dream into, that time, many times, we were close, without knowing, without memory, that time, was always close, has always been close, is always close, will always be close,
we are not ready we screamed, from the nightmare, back into the dream, we move between them so often, we don’t know which is the dream, which is the nightmare, we are not ready we screamed, we have always been screaming, because we didn’t scream, that time