The smell of fresh brewed coffee and smudged lipstick on the edge of a mug was a far distant memory withheld in my brain. I slowly seeped back into my chair to realize that this is the last time I will ever feel such ease. For the rest of what I will live out to be I will constantly look over my shoulder in desperation of the fact that I am not normal, or never was. Sheltering myself from insanity and the obstruct judgement of just about anyone was a common practice. Almost as common as brushing your teeth or sipping water. I was never great at hiding it, the indifferent portrayal I display. My mind ponders the seven seas and for a split second I grasp reality only to find that I did not even know what that was. Everything was a figment of imagination. I was never blending in only keeping myself an outcast. Striving for the day I can finally catch a breath I realize now this was a fate far stretched. Captivated by winged creatures fighting a destiny I could not allow; I had no choice but to break free. The room went dark, my mind traveled faster than my pacing heart. Reaching for the light within my wildest dreams I found the ticket to set me free. The keeper will know where I shall go, but how must I escape. Without being caught I moved my constrained hands from the back of me clinging to a blade. Releasing myself from the bounties of wicked fools I could then see far above from me a glimmer of hope, an open door. Scaling the walls within me I found the strength to do the impossible. Unlatching myself from a dungeon of emptiness I was then thrown into the white glare. Suddenly laying in a meadow of ‘lollygaggers’ and daisies it reoccurred in my mind I was still fighting freedom. Transported into a dimension of cold flesh with a welcoming face I knew I was still roaming in a destructive hibernation. Falling over every step I ran until I could take no more breaths; rolling downhill into a forbidden land I could not be touched. The sun hazed over me welcoming me with such grace. Although my journey has only begun; I fear this might be my last moment of forgiving warmth. Chills rushed down my body as the cracks of branches grew closer I instinctively knew I was not alone. My mind was unlocking new divine attention as every hour passed; I was gifted. A power I did not know I had, it all seemed a blur at first and quite mesmerizing. I don’t know where this started or how I even got to where I am. The last memory I carry was being pulled away from all I knew. It was all in flames, collapsed buildings, flipped cars, children yelling from the top of their lungs with no one to save them. Then it all went blank and suddenly I was chasing after life gripping on to all I had left, this golden locket of love. Feeling close to what I once knew showered my entire body in magic knowing I can one day find who placed it in my hands. Tired of sprinting and inhaling thin air I needed to rest away from it all. I found a tree where I climbed and laid for the night gazing at what I could soon be. Praying on a whim for salvation and a sign. The birds cross my eyes horizon with a sincerity that I would soon get my answer. The day stopped and I rose again at the crack of dawn with eagerness. Carefully descending from the roots that held me I met the floor once again. With a growling belly and quench for thirst I’ve mentally prepared for my next expedition, there was no time to rest. Smoke filled the air as a cult of ogres and vultures gathered nearby. An instant overwhelming gut feeling of destruction; I was being hunted. I must not stop for I must fulfill my mission that whoever so willingly gave me their beauty to hold I was required to return. With trouble dividing our souls collided into a forgotten promise. I told myself I would not give up. Crawling through tall grass I was able to pass the unmentionable doom I so closely encountered. To be greeted by a loving hand pulling me up, was my fight over?“It was you”, I said with shriveling lips. Tears rolled down my face as you wiped them away so effortlessly with your smile. I knew we would meet again, my twin flame. You saved me…I am home.
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