There is a place where we all dwell that’s hidden from plain view. How I wish I can show you.
Heaven is what you wish.
Never knowing you’re already there. Paradise is home, there’s nothing out here that’s a balm to all the wounds you think you have that are yet to heal.
But you were made to think your life is but a poor substitute for what your lords have, had and will continue to have for such is their curse. ‘Tis not a gift to never have walked barefoot, bare skin on ground ‘neath your feet. If only you knew how to feel beyond your flesh.
Wind on your bare face untouched by dyes that masquerade as beauty. Sunkissed cheeks that glow under a moonlight. Eyes that meet under the refuge of trees as old as time.
How do I show you all these?
What gestures do I have some power over so I can take the cobwebs off your eyes so you may truly see?
Life is fading away from this little body. Much wars has it won and fought. Wars that had nothing to do with winning, but more in freeing… freeing that, and those, who I am uncertain truly wish for liberty.
Alas, being blind they would rather choose. For at least in it, they can delude themselves they are life… or joy… or bliss.
‘Tis not so, I know.
Does not matter.
The illusion is a win for some.
Does not matter that it ain’t so for you.
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