𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭.

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A lonesome mystery, he was, unknown and cautious; fearful and strong — there were a plethora of words to describe him and his faults. To the people he was a deity, he would bless them with freedom and hope, the held great faith in him and all that he brought.

He was placed upon a pedestal, carved by fear and conflict. It was thick with legends and scathed with treacherous history, its colour faded and wounded as time abused it. Despite the never ending faith the people held for the divine boy, there was uncertainty. Not from them, but the young god himself. He held doubts beneath the fun, the burden of such a long existence, the lives draped in crimson across his hands, and the recognition of his greatness despite his notorious side all collided in a series of doubtful questions.

His eyes were pitiful, turquoise, and lost. His dim soul was unattractive and misunderstood. He had hurt many, and doing so it hurt himself. But no one could recognize the inhumanity within his heart — they only saw him for the good he did: show them a land of freedom and joy.

But why was he receiving praise for being in pain? He never wanted to hurt people, nor did he request this type of everlasting power. He didn't believe he deserved it, even if he were just a wandering speck in the vast universe eons prior. This may be deemed as a gift but he decided it was almost anything but that. Beyond this tapestry of lies he called a facade was a fear unlike any other. He couldn't picture himself as the people imagined him — he feared not meeting their expectations would lead into revolt.

His differences were greatly noticeable — at least he believed them to be. He was not like any other being — not that you've met, of course.

He looked relatively normal, he held human expressions, attitudes, and even simpler things. Though, there were a few major things that made him truthfully unusual.

For instance, the large, white wings that protruded from his porcelain skin.

The stems were a faded grey, dusted with age and shame; the ends were pure white speckled with red sorrow and gloomy hate; the feathers weren't as light and airy but instead dull and lifeless.

You only peered with curiosity and never pried, because you knew he was very much not human. You weren't afraid of the repercussions, rather what torment it might have on him to remind him of his own history.

So, in the quietude of the vast land, you stood with small strands of viridescent grass. You didn't utter a word from behind him, slightly fearful but mostly uncertain. He knew of your presence, your queries and innocence... but silence is all that remained between the both of you.

He appeared in the same spot everyday since you first saw him. Upon the edge of a cliff, distancing himself from the world with a gaze just as isolated. It was as if he wasn't there beside you, but in his own imagination. History shaded him darkly, you quietly hoped to erase some of that effect with your pleasant humanity.

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I want to start anew,
Renew our hearts and
Exchange love with you.