Flesh rips open revealing what's underneath. It was then that he realized that this bodybis a machine. A machine that was clogged. Foggy even. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him.
"What if I open it up completely. Would all these particles of my being be freed?"
So away he goes. He can't take it anymore. The criticism, the anger, the self doubt. Away he tares. Good bye to this world if idiots, he feels too smart for this place. He started to feel light headed. As the fluid, that keeps his machine going, poured out from his body.
"Yes, I finally get to remember what truly IS and ISN'T." He's a person who seeks to know the strange. The bigger picture.
Things started to go dark.
"PEACE" is what he thought. He stared at the cealing watching it fade away. Only proving that this material world isn't what everyone perceives.
"Wait!!!" He hears a voice passed what he saw to be the ceiling.
There she was. This beautiful being with big blue eyes and long blond hair. She looked like she was of this world, but there was something more. There was a muchness about her that couldn't be explained. Was he hallucinating? But this was too real. Her mouth didn't move, but she looked at him as if he was the only thing in existence. He raised out of his body. She showed no emotion but everything she said to him, was spoken in terms of complete and utter love.
"You don't want to do this. Everything you are experiencing in this existence was your choice. You were so excited! Don't do this yet. You're destined for greatness.
Here, look." Her hand lifted as if she was showing him something.
He turned his head and watched his whole existence. It was as if he remembered it all. His past lives. His lives in other dimensions. Everything leading up to this moment. He sympathized with the body that he came to know as the machine. He looked at his body. And then looked at her.
"Is it too late?"
He felt her smile.
"Its never too late if you choose to continue your journey."
"Well I'm gonna go back then."
He felt another smile and a strong loving vibration coming from her.
He woke up, and when he woke, the song that he was listening to was still playing. The lyrics that he heard were, "never worry about me, I'm alright." Suddenly there was a knock on the door and he faded out.
He woke up the next day with the peoe around him that he thought didn't care. The girl he barely hung out with, but would run into at shows, was there. Apparently, she didn't leave his side.
It was then that he felt whole. He felt cared about. He knew his life wasn't a waste. Two years from that day, he sits in his home, ah...a place that felt like home...he made it. He's happy. He made it through the storm. And he has only himself to thank. Because he's the one who chose it.
