"And if the truth sets you free, why are you not soaring? Why am I not flying into the night sky, to the nighttime of dreams and wax?"
I want to sway free; gently like the autumn leaves. Nothing to hold onto to but the tides of the earth. My body is stagnant, because my heart is too heavy to move. A wasted mind has taken its time to elude the seas of lies. Lies. Lies; in which I have become accustomed to. My chest is a foreign wall. A burden of mankind's epic fall into the wreckage of selfishness. There are no souls where I go. There is no connection, no resurrection. I am hurt. Wounded like wings made of wax, while everything contributes as the flames. I need divinity and grace; or at least the strength of integrity, because I have got nothing.
I have given everything there is to give. I've lost me, entirely. There is no going back. There is no rewind button.
This was well written, really well written. The piece flowed so easily.
I loved the line below
"I need divinity and grace; or at least the strength of integrity, because I have got nothing".
There is something so powerful about the word divinity. It's such a bold statement and I loved how you used it here.
Nicely written... It's like reading a full epic in very short writing...
I agree with the last lines about giving everything, because when there's nothing left to give, there's no getting them back, only to move forward to gain...
Other than that, I've enjoyed reading it and it's seriously great tho...
There's so much here I had to read it several times. Every line seems to have it's own meaning; there's just no empty fluff here.
"A burden of mankind's epic fall into the wreckage of selfishness." *is* epic.