Just A Moment...

I looked around.

My life was a work of art, but not a very good one -
You know the kind... looks like the person really, sincerely, put so much effort into that they would have taken months to complete if it had not been so futile.


Because... you know, it sucks.


I’d been molded, crafted, stressed into the person I was. And it sucked. I was a really horrible person. A menace. Evil, maybe.
And I wanted to change that.
So I tried. So I did.

I strained at the seams that held my life together. I tore at the fabric of the being I had become. I took the rhetorical sledgehammer to the metaphorical supercomputer that had kept my life baselessly organized for so long. I was about to destroy the setting of the erroneous play that was my life when I stopped.

The sky… the imaginary backdrop of my life was there...

And so were you…

Of all the things incorrect within my existence – the things I thought were viable, like the earth or the sky – you were all that was real.

Of all the things that fell away, all that’s left is truth.
And all that remained was you.