Sharing the Visions
The awakening call arrived. Waking up from the slumber of centuries, I could not comprehend the things I was missing out. Where was I ? Why was I here? The questions faded out, as they echoed across the universe. My breath was caught between a scream and an indefinite urge to cry. The result was to combine both and scream as my tears streamed like rivers from my hands. I was the proverbial river that was ready to meet the ocean. I never felt so alone, and so full of myself. I saw myself was a universe all encaspulated in this body of 177 cm. It was unfair. My emotions were out of control spiraling towards a deadly dance full of blood and destruction. This monetary system that asked for the blood of innocents disgusted me deeply. I wept for my immaturity and the unwillingness to see the obvious. At the same time I was reaching out, embracing things that my imagination made. Ready to love. Images o...