“Take a deep breath” they said. For once in my life, I wish I would listen. “It will all get better, I promise.” An automated statement that everyone in this toxic waste of an Earth has said to someone at one point in their life. But it won’t. I mean how can someone ‘promise’ that things will change, that things will ‘get better’ in my life? In MY life? They can’t. Nowhere in the amount of time I’ve been alive has someone had that much power over me that they can control the outcome of future events. Lies, their all lies.
Truth: That which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.
So for things to ‘get better’ one has to argue to a point based on facts and reality based on a series of events corresponding with the argument. And if were basing future events on events in the past you have just contradicted yourself my friend. But hey, thanks for trying. Hats off to you.
Isolation: The process or fact of being isolating or being isolated.
And so here we are. Somewhere in the midst of chaos I have isolated myself into a cocoon bound together by chains tearing into my flesh as I try to break out. Metaphorically speaking, I have trapped myself into my own form of a Maximum Security prison. Away from everyone. Alone. But am I truly alone? Physically yes, but spiritually, no. I brought my demons here with me. They’ve stayed by my side down this long journey some would call life. Ripping at me, and tearing me down to the point that my soul is screaming out from within. But you can’t hear it. Hell, you can’t see it either. If only you knew.
Now back to the prophetic calling you have tried to speak into existence into my future. The prophecy of somehow healing things to the point that everything will be ‘OK’. I call it a lie because you don’t see what I see. I know where this road is going to take me, and if only you knew, maybe, just maybe, you could save me…..