Dear Freedom

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I'm just a quintessence of my former self. A hollow shell of what I once was. Just a ripple is the pond that I splashed into in my prime. Your light still guides me, but I can't tell if it's fading, or my eyes have grown too corrupted to see. Were you ever truly with me? Were you ever truly guiding me, protecting me? Was I ever truly free?

I guess you can't answer that, for these questions themselves bind my soul. I did not realize in the past, but I have been chasing you all this time. All this time, I thought I had you protecting me, when really the one thing that I was blindly chasing after was you. You were never really there. I was never really free. It was an illusion, a mirage that was procured from the flames of my desolation. You were never really there with me.

So what are you? Do you truly exist? Can anyone ever reach you? Or are you just a fantasy created to put us to sleep night after tormenting night.

Regardless, even if I did not have you all my life, I have found you now.

- Yours truly

Deathless

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