The Grey Man

Alright then, time to begin the countdown...

A mere dot of existence, once brought up with the persistence of an image he would portray upon the canvas of society. Abiding his elders' olders, on his path to propriety, the organization of his own being shattered with the sound of lights and the colors of screams.

What does it mean "to live?" To strive, to become something that cannot exist? Or to merely dissolve, into nothingness...He breaks off from reality, creating and dwelling in his own, embedding himself in between realms. And as he would delve between worlds, it all began to become a blur.

To this day, there is only life. There is no darkness and light, no good and bad, no despair and hope, there is nothing. For in his reality, there is no pain, so where is he to find pleasure? If there is no hell, what heavens would he aspire to? Logically bending his emotions, creating an orchestrated torment of chaotic order, this is HIS life.

But this is not the life he wishes to live. Let him feel PAIN, so he may know what it means to be healed. Let him know HEARTBREAK, so he may know what it means to be loved. Let him know SUFFERING, so he may know what it means to be in sanctity. Let him know failure, so he may rejoice in succeeding. Let him know HOPELESSNESS, so he may know how to dream. Let him know DESTRUCTION, so he may know how to live.  

There can be no light without shadow, this is a fate he accepts, and embraces into his very being. With time the shadows will embrace him , overcome him, and he will break those shadows, and see the light he once had, the light he now longs for…

- Jerisson DeLaCruz, 3-14-14

 

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