Among all the speeches about patriotic responsibly, equality, and rights -for all- there are the pockets. In these pockets reside corruption, deception and vulgar desires of human beings. In the pockets humans are tempted and rather than helping us, they instead dive into the worldly pleasures we are forced give them. It disgusts me. It angers me, but ultimately it scares me. It would scare you too, if you were forced to feel their touch. Their voices whisper promises of money (or jewels) in return for your innocence.
Even as years slowly pass, I can still vividly remember those times. The pain I felt, the sadness that consumed me into becoming a monster. Yet, The memories don’t keep me up at night.That would be too easy, as if it were like that I could excape them. Instead they wear me down with thier petty attacks. For example, in my day to day life they may provide me with an image of the place I lived,or amplify the tastes and smells of poverty. Eventually, I become tired and all I want to do is sleep.
Now that is where they get me.
In my sleep I am weak. I feel more like the child I was than a woman who has overcome her past.
So I’ve decided to write about it.
At many parts, fantasy and reality will intertwine so much that…where one starts and the other begins is blurred. However, even in my uncertainly there is always a slight demonstration of the horrors of humanity. Okay, I won’t go as far as accuse everyone for my experiences but- in my opinion- I believe that all humans are capable of unspeakable acts.
Yes, I don’t have a reason to relive those acts. And yes I’m not stupid enough to believe that writing about it all will help- I am too far gone.
But maybe if I write I will come to a revelation, everything will make sense and I can get even the smallest grain of closure.
With buckets of uncertainty,
Heather
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Romantizm“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ― William Shakespeare, The Tempest. Heather lives in the pockets of corruption embedded in modern society. She and Linnie are alone and without blood connection to protect them, they protect each other...
