In pursuit of the higher horse.

A horse not just any horse but a high horse. To sit on a high horse is to be superior to be above all. Yes? Arrogantly sitting there nose turned up to the sky refusing to look down below. Refusing to get off said horse as they are too good to touch the ground where the common man walks. Oh the simply could never trod such common ground as they must remain above to save face and uphold image. What if I told you there was a much higher horse? A horse that will send you rising higher over their own high horse.It exists but it must constantly be chased as it is elusive and once you get a taste you want more. You love being on that high horse above all else and become heroic in efforts to chase it down. Wild mustang wild mustangs free in the field. Almost like a vampire you become because you need it. A vampire needs blood to survive? You need this higher horse to survive. A vampire is pale and thin. This higher horse makes you pale and thin. Without blood the vampire will go mad or die of hunger. Without this higher horse you will go mad and die trying to chase it down. A vampire can be killed by impalement of a wooden stake. The higher horse can impale you as well if you do not tread carefully. Do not upset the higher horse. This higher horse takes you to the moon so you can relax under the stars. Sometimes you fear going back to the ground from where you once came. This is why we chase that temperamental old horse. Fear? Necessity? Survival? I’m only surviving weary from chasing that higher horse. I’m tired very tired but I must keep going. It’s what the horse wants…it’s what I want. I don’t want to come back to the ground. I’ve lost many over the years to sickness, the horse, suicide yet I remain. I don’t know why I still remain when so many have gone. The higher horse must keep me above the ground where things can hurt me so to speak. People and things. The old tribe has dwindled there aren’t many of us left yet I still remain. Out of all the old crew I was the worst offender. I did the most, I chased the higher horse down at the fastest speeds. Why? To survive. At this point it's to keep functioning. Like the vampire I too have grown pale and thin. I've always been a small thing but now I'm hollow. Blotchy skin like a corpse. No need to look for death or at death when I have become the walking version of it.

I'm very tired...I'm going to attempt to sleep.