Cheers to Freedom

Once upon a time, I came across my murderer. Through the years of my capture and being tortured, he has finally "let me free." Only to be sent to the cold parallel world of which I didn’t known to exist. At the end of our string is a dead body only to be seen as nothing. No colors rained, no mess made, paints wilting away, my soul wilting along. I’ve been murdered and my murderer walks free, yet that thought keeps me at peace. I’ve been sent to the cold parallel world of which I didn’t known to exist. Everything is unknown, what once was, is and what is was once was, so to built a new? As my murderer walks free, believing that I’ve been free somehow brings me peace. Suffering is timeless, happiness is an illusion, all I know is at the end of the string is a dead body viewed as nothing only to be sent to a cold parallel world in which I didn’t know to exist by three simple words "You are nothing." I’ve been murdered and my murderer roams free and somehow that brings peace. As I sit here watching what’s left of this fire, I see my soul inside willing away. With every swing blown to my chest the fire fades. Slowly it will run out and I will be left with a dead soul by my side. I was told that I was let go, set free, by my murderer to only realize existence with a wilting soul was his view of freedom for me. I imagine myself in a world where I wake with chest pains, heavy breaths and shakes and I live in an isolated state far away. The heat is an illusion of a reminder of what once was and is. Truth only to be carried out through strokes. To be set free with a wilting soul is a cruel world in which Im faced blank, given a small dose of pain to my fading flame for those who know of this place existence. "You are nothing" three simple words to quickly kill after years of being given a slow death. Mercy in his eyes, blank in mines. With every swing blown to my chest the fire fades. Slowly it will run out and I will be left with a dead soul by my side. So, I learned to blink, adjust my head, tap my fingertips against the ground, lift my shoulders up and down, curl my toes, jump start my knees, kick start my legs, sat up, and then I stood. I’ve been sent to the cold parallel world of which I didn’t known to exist. A wilting soul soon to be dead beside me I will stay by its side until only darkness remains. And then I stood, and then I will stand. Everything is unknown, what once was, is and what is was once was, so to built a new?

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