18 May 2012
I once dreamt of a dream...where I am sleeping peacefully... A butterflies flutters around my garden.. There is a tapping on my window sill...a gentle rapping of a dragonfly.. Then I stir in my sleep, my subconscious detecting a dream...
In it, the moon turns red... And the streets are bloody. I morph while still sleeping, into a hideous beast... A beast of my embers, of my pain no longer in eternal slumber, Tear down my room, and then i hear a muffled knock on my room door...
A fairy godmother, checking to see if I was alright. I opened the door, stood bedazzled for a moment, Stared at her beautiful face and melted at the concern... Then the wild instincts and the light of events erupted.
I slashed at her face, watched as my own hands tore her face in two... Her mouth hanging limp while I ran out of the house.. Then I... I struck down all I loved...my dog, my friend, my mentor. All this while, here I was stuck in my head...unable to react...
Unable to even cry as my life was wrenched in two. Stuck in my own head while I broke my house down and burnt it. And then came a thought to me...maybe it is who I am who has emerged from underneath. Maybe it is me who was lying to myself, that ignorance and standing down and hope... were the way to tomorrow. Maybe this is who I should be, honest to my purpose.
And I closed my eyes while not actully shutting them, Lost myself in the beast present. The beast took over, it watched and smiled as my house burned. It moved on to the world, which it ...which I hated. A week passed with no sign of the beast.
Then one night, a new moon, star filled night...the beast unleashed its repressed wrath on the world. The blames its twin had so easily taken, the regrets and doubts its twin had smiled and laughed at, All unleashed. It unleashed to the world the knowledge, of who every person really is. With evidence.
The me who died writes this, waiting to be reborn. As I felt my friends' pain, my heart grew forlorn. I send this message saying, never suppress your pain...let it be known... Lest your mind gives away, and your heart be torn.
The title is one Stablish and Aleisha, my foundations, will understand :')
M.P.D • Opuss № I