There is one choice every individual must make at some junction in one’s life. The choice between what is easy and what is right; that decision is upon me once again (like it actually ever went away…). No matter how far or fast I run it smothers me like a wet towel to a fire, strangling the oxygen from the reaction, choking the last remaining dregs of life- the wind to the proverbial naked flame if you will. The lies continue to fall through me, iridescent falsifications floating like air, filling my lungs, dictating my choices; defining my Idiosyncrasies. Moreover the realisation that change must happen backs me to the corner, pulling fear out into the open, swaddling me like a baby (keeping me safe…?)- Obstructing trust and truth. I could never change truly could I, it’s what I feel, my face will never show what is not real. My life is but a lie. A hopeless wrong lived out.
The preconceptions of an existence gets dragged into the day as if the morning sun. A ‘high’ cloud fills my head, secreting my vision making the already difficult journey far more arduous. Of course this is all my fault- Newton’s 3rd Law- everything has an equal and opposite reaction. One must have cottoned onto the fact this would happen, that the precipice awaited? Surly I couldn’t have been so arrogant to blind myself from such dogmatic truth… My finger pathetically points at alternative conclusions but reality’s responds with a blinding wave of guilt, bringing me to the feet, to the mercy of morals. Concluding, I could have lied I’m just such a fool: my eyes could never, never, never keep their cool.
