Section A, Part 1

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Monday October 10th, 2022

Dearest of Reader,     

    If there could ever be a way I could see into the future like someone could look into the past. If there ever could be a way I could tie together a piece of string through the eye of a needle like the fire in my eyes. My eyes only being that of a hay fire. Yet being the only way you could extinguish it. Maybe it could be finding the needle tucked between the singed fibrous hay held within the warm embrace of fire.
  
I’m laying here at the moment like a crow inbetwixt a heartless battlefield. Some would try their best to avoid me while others will try their best to fire at me. I’m incapable of being combative yet within itself left me with the only option available; to flee and hide at a moment's notice. Having the appetite to fight while also disregarding the bitter aftertaste of course. But how would I fight? Not physically but verbally? Of course I couldn’t.
  
Eyes being stuck on me like beads on macrame. The only way of avoidance would be to cast over a white sheet which will only show my own silhouette. The silhouette in question being commonly confused with someone of opposite nature from me. Someone who was and is also me at the same time. Someone who I’ve been trying to fight, yet all attempts have been rejected. Trying my hardest to tear all strings connected to it. Some made of silk, twine, blood, and steel.

I never knew who she was until she appeared in front of me. She was cast under and above all thought, neglected for all accounts. Some were only trying to mend her yet they still tore at the fabric of her existence. For some bonded to her by blood she is still a fragment of others imagination, nothing else but a joke. Just nothing else but a coping mechanism to get through the doors of a steel institution with a cap and gown.
  
To Transition from a state of anguish and self-hate to one of acceptance and cohesion. Yet all steel and blood holding me down from escaping. For my own safety? Not quite. For their own gratification? It might as well be.
  
My reader, if I know who you are. I hope this could find common ground within what is known and what is fiction. What could happen and what should happen. Hopefully the future binds stronger than the past.

Sincerely,

One who’s binded.

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