I write to free man from his own imprisonment. To show him he is I and I am him. We are one great flame, forever fading in and out with greater opacity through the ages. We were once angels on the seventh level of knowledge but were rudely cast out of place due to our need to hunt each other. Can you sense the stench of our decadent pursuits? Will you reach out to me in time? All I ask is for you to hold a place marker in your heart and never forget a kind stranger. Love must never become a weakness, nor a whisper. And it shall never betray or enslave you. Love is choice and choice alone. Shall we bury our bones under homes we’ve built our lives through or give into dreadful deceit of purpose? I love you dear reader, but do you really understand what that means? Can you be able to look that far into your interior to see me standing outside the doorways of your very being? Can you look up and stare through your window and see me on the other side, and slowly pull back in? And before you pull back will you this time realize that it was not a window but a mirror?
Posted on: Sat, 31 Aug 2013 06:27:04 +0000
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