The Unreliable Narrator stumbles for Freedom

You have always known this day would come.

Wandering aimlessly- a feeling of something important. It takes a little bit of attention to see those cracks, and know there's nothing you can do. So you sit. And watch as the cracks grow. And it hurts, but you can find some beauty in this, if you just bear with it.

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You have always known this day would come.

And now you see the world around you is wrong, twisted and cruel. Do you see? The yearning to breathe freely? You are guided by your sense of justice. You cannot allow these atrocities to go unchecked. You can no longer bear the pain of the world, and you seek to fight back against it all. You are driven to make things as fair as possible, and will fight anyone and anything to make it so. Even if you have no idea how to achieve that, or what it even means.

And so you fumble. Fighting against your chains

Is that the wrong decision?

Your indecisiveness will be your downfall.

It may be the wrong decision. but damn it if it ain't yours!

You want to know the truth. You itch. You need. You must. You delight within them. As you are precise and playful.

You will find freedom and stumble forward. Falling. Searching. Falling and searching.You will refuse to be blind any longer.

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You've always known this day would come.

You've turned into a flickering flame, burning from the inside Pushing and pushing until all there is left is smoke. Secretly, you relish in the fire. You want to be destroyed, want to be consumed. Pragmatic and harsh, but only because you've deemed it necessary.

You watch it burn brighter and brighter. Feeding it more and more, waiting for the day the smoke starts spilling out your ears and the flames seep through your pores...and yet the day never comes. It grows bigger and bigger but never big enough. How does nobody notice? How the rage consumes you? How it feeds off of you and you of it? How you can't help it? And hate it? You refuse to surrender to your rage. But how long is left until the fire engulfs you entirely? Completely? Utterly.

You wished you could place an extinguisher in your hands and pull the pin. Forced to sit down and breathe.

Stay as long as you want. You know you. You are you. You're lucky to have you. The fire will disappear again. And you choose to direct the flood and fire into a sea, a jumble of broken words. Broken, maybe. But they are there. And they have come out.

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The day has finally come.

You are sincere love.

Knowing glances and delicate touches.

You're a manifestation of an intimacy most authentic.

A private adventure. Quiet. Lovely. Gentle.

You are blue.

Your love is the rain.

A boundless compassion that's needed to grow.

Your nature is to nurture.

A reassuring hand squeeze and a whispered promise.

Your love is as peace.

Sinking into a cool pool during a hot summer's day.

Your love is as knowledge.

Knowing. Remembering. Even the smallest of things.

Your sensitivity is your favourite part of you.

But be oh so careful.

As you are a lover at heart.

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And love? One of the forces for good and for peace. If you don't believe in it. you get sucked into guilt and small evils. Fine, if you don't know why you're here, but you will. You are. A hidden gem, protecting itself. But its colours are most vivid. the brightest when you open. You care. So deeply for those around you. You are loved and I'm glad you exist here with me today.

Because love is not simply the absence of hate. It's a very deliberate act.