Pilgrim
I have stated time and time again of the change that is happening, the being that I am to become. There is no stopping what I have started. It just cannot be done! You are privalged to witness a great becoming and yet you see nothing, this will change, it must. I am changing for the better, i am changing for you! What nobler and rightous cause is there? There is none that i believe come to mind. But my god how i must be healed now you think? On the outside at least. You hope i am not too ugly, what a collection of scars i must have but always remember who gave me the best of them. Funny how scars have the power to remind us that the past is real, and what the future might hold in store for the unwise, and the unwilling to learn from the past mistakes of others or themselves. Althought the current body which i inhabit is trivial, what is important is what i am becoming. Do you dream much? Think of me. Think of me not of the way i am now, but of how i will look when the becoming is done. Of what i will look like when i am worthy of your gaze. But do not be troubled, I MUST CHANGE! I can not stand the weakness that i inhabit anymore! For your sake and for mine. A robin red breast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage. Think of me when you dream, i think of you, it is really all i can do without going insane really. Do you dream much?
posted by Iudex Yasha at 11:52 PM
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Being in control of your dreams, and understanding that you are dreaming while in the middle of one is called lucid dreaming...and they say when people have many lucid dreams it is a sign that they are very independent people who are greatly in control of themselves. So you say that this person is in your dreams...but the way i see it, it is truly because you had the power to put them there in the first place. All the pain you feel from being "weak" is pain that you have the power yourself to control. Maybe you want so badly to be loved that you need to feel the pain, but really you are afraid of love itself...it's like you are protecting yourself from the cruel and unruly risk of the reality. Maybe the world you live in is mereley fiction instead of fact...therefore leaving it devoid of any true meaning. But when you find the courage to see that you are truly a beautiful person...the facts of life will then make perfect sense. Here's one of the fist poems i ever wrote: The rose is not a perfect red... it maroons as you take it in your hand. The petals not smooth and delicate..but rough and beginning to wilt. The smell is not that of a sweet honey...but almost a pungent mold. Yet it is the best gift anyone has ever given you. The thought and symbolism...Love. The way i see it you are the rose. You seem to think you are not perfect...but for some lucky person that is exactly what you are. So the next time you dream...think of a rose and think that one day you will be a rose to someone who truly deserves it...maybe then you will get what you want...your oh so desired awe.
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