The irony is that the Wraith is lucid as a man. It took last night’s sleep plus a nap this afternoon, but the Wraith is thinking clearly.
Not that it matters in the slightest.
The man is continually crushed, so that the Wraith is the only escape.
The man cannot do anything right, or at least it seems that way. The man must live in community, and the only escape is the Wraith.
The Wraith does not crave community. The Wraith craves solitude. Solitude means peace. Community means war, but a war in which the man is forbidden to defend himself.
The Wraith seeks solitude and even when he is the man, the man seeks solitude.
If only humans were not contentious. If only the humans didn’t seek to destroy.
Humans in general are destructive, but the ones you live with are the most destructive of all.
Humans in general can destroy your body, but the ones you live with destroy your soul.
The Wraith woke up as a man this morning. The Wraith’s wounds have been healing and his body is slowly becoming whole. He no longer bleeds. His voice has returned.
The Wraith woke up as a man but he doesn’t stay that way.
The Wraith sleeps, but not well. He sleeps, awakens in the dark, drifts off into the arms of Morpheus, or sometimes into the nothingness.
He awakens again all too soon and time does not allow him to sleep again.
The Wraith wakes up as a man but the man degrades as the day progresses. By noon, he descends and the Wraith takes over more of his mind. There’s nothing the man can do about it. Neither food nor drink nor force of will affects the power of the Wraith to control the man.
The Wraith longs for the quiet and darkness but is surrounded by noise and light. The noise and light and people do not allow the Wraith to descend into darkness and peace. He must pretend to be the man, although the man has long since surrendered to the Wraith.
The surgery is healing but sleep does not let the man stay a man for the entire day. The Wraith lives and acts through most of the day, though he tries to hide this from the people around him. They are human. They wouldn’t understand the needs of the Wraith.
I am the Wraith. I woke up as a man. When will I be able to finally conquer the Wraith and possess all of my waking day? Let the Wraith take the night. I need the day.