We live in reality. Our spirit and dreams are broken as we must pursue a broken path. A path intertwined with destruction yet we claim purity. Behind the fake smiles, the empty promises we call ourselves friends. As if by being human we have something in common with each other. Or just because we walk this path together or simply meet along the way that gives the stranger the right to call himself our friend. But ultimately I am alone and together we walk - our thoughts only audible within our own minds and outside we raise the banner and say sadly “we are feeling okay today”
I have never felt beaten as I feel now. Never felt betrayed in such a way. Finality is a cruel punishment to take, repeated actions eventually remove any hope we have of blurring the truth. There is only so many times you can bash your head off the stone wall before you realise that your head will crack and break many times before the wall even contemplates defeat. There comes a time where we must stop fighting for ourselves and simply merge into whatever greater power that tries to consume us.
I wish I had just been bruised and torn for at least then these wounds would heal. But the actions and words from those around me cut far deeper than the sharpest knife. A festering wound that eats away at my heart and soul and saps me of any energy I can find. You and I are never focused enough to allow these wounds to heal. Each time a layer falls away and I see myself staring at beasts. The beast that I am becoming and the one that you have become within my mind.
We know we are broken. But something within me still moves me to want to try. And so I will accept these chains, they will remind me that I try too hard and it is not my place to rise and shine. The sun may rise and shine and the moon may take her glory but there is never a third to steal their place among the skies. For the stars they are many and if there were no moon would they shine so bright?
