Apparently a stain on the carpet was the product of spilt coffee. After awhile, this stain turned black. It has been in the carpet for six years. This stain is so memorable, as it's been a part of my memory for so long. It's vast knowledge.. I know that it can see and hear.
This stain was the result of a freak accident with liquid coco beans...but it grew to be so much more. I saw that deep inside of it, was a soul. A soul trapped forever inside of a white shag carpet. I could almost hear it, beckoning to me, asking me to put it out of it's misery.
I have recognized this deity. I have seen it's true potential. A suffering soul. It would give me signs of it's intelligence. It would turn off the lights, move things around and speak to me in my dreams.
I am now setting out on a quest to end this being's suffering. I will clean this stain out of the carpet, and let it be...ended.
