My heart wants to fly, but is held back by these self-inflicted chains They are not visible, nor do they have actual weight, but its mass is the past and seen only to my eyes. Ive still a knife that I placed there so elegantly, like a gentle touch of agony, lying against my core. A simple deception of your perception; I am real. A horribly painful fissaud, for reality is classified as existing independently from that which it derives. Questions linger in the air such as, how can it be real if its very derivation in essence is a fallacy? This lie encompasses my very being and has existed since the fall of time. Then, as a warrior riding in to save his fallen comrade, Truth flew in like a bird of the air and has perched itself atop my head. Its arrival was seen as a horrible misfortune, for the pain of the lies that have been exposed, as though my very core were being taken out and flaunted to the world. After the agony subsided and the smoke cleared its way, I saw a beam of light coming out of the darkness, like a smile penetrating a great depression. This light shown upon me and my truth that I used as a shield to protect myself against dawn was obliterated and all was lost. But a contradiction, a welcomed defeat and death of my being. For in this defeat, I was liberated from the pungent darkness and stagnant lies that created my very being Through my death, I was given a gift that has more worth than that of gold, or of gyms, or of any amount or utterance words. Money cannot buy what I had both searched so eagerly for throughout the duration of my life yet at the same time, what my knowledge had not tasted nor wrapped itself around even the concept. I was given life. Life from my beloved.
- victoria
