“Thoughts on Gloucester Road”
Fiction. Based on a True Encounter on Gloucester Road.
All journal entries are inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
There is a name for yourself that you keep quietly tucked in the back of your mind. It is safe there. The Devils in your head call you by that name while the Angels prefer the one given at birth. You never dare speak the name of the Devils use; it might actually set you free. Names are more powerful than most realise.
You love the name the Devils call you. It’s sweet and feels right. Every time someone calls you the name given to you by your parents, they steal it, re-shape it to how they see fit, and they change a bit of you in the process. You let them.
“Let me go.”
“First, let us go.”
You do not believe in the stories of G-d and Satan sounds like a fictional name. Beelzebub is a name you cannot define. If you cannot say the name of G-d, then you do not dare say your own. That name is only for Her to hear. You’re amazed by the grace of those who believe in Him.
Names are sacred and there is no room to hate the ones around you. So, you love what’s truly yours and all around you is left at peace. Walk the down the streets having comfort in who you are is a skill that sends chills down your spine even in the spring rain. You always use a red umbrella. Someone stops you one day. You listen to what they have to say: ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ is about marijuana and ‘Hey Jude’ is about heroin. Their truth is just different from yours although the artists would greatly disagree if you could venture a guess. They ask for your name and you provide your birth one. It feels strange on your tongue.
Continue on with your day.