I awoke to the ocean's breeze covering my face. The oaks within piercing my heart. For the first time in forever I can feel at peace. The darkness no longer flooding the lands as much as they used to. I can see the world around me in a light I never use to.
Is this reality, or is this a mere trick of the mind? To which I may never know, but I can choose to 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 in this. I can 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 with this. I can 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. To this world I am 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. That is far more than I could ever ask for.
I shudder at the thought of my past, I practically break to the mere whim that it might return to me. The voices of those who wronged me constantly in my brain, speaking of how this world can wrong me. However, I do not fear the thought of y past returning. I am stronger now, and this world is far unlike the ones I had traveled before.
I am Insanity's Finest, a broken mirror amongst a world of beauty, an unnamed hurricane in a world of only land. I am trying to bring the image of what one desires to those around me, but in the end I am what brings pain to many... Or so I thought.
I believed every word of insanity I spoke, until the the oak trees within an endless ocean of beauty, showed me otherwise. I am may be a broken mirror within a world of beauty, but I am mending. I am no hurricane in a world of only land. I love like others, I can be loved like others, I can heal like others as well.
I am not as forgone a I originally thought, to which I am grateful for being wrong. Forgive a wounded mans rant, for I merely wished to share the tale of my coming to reality, I only speak truth in a world of darkness. May the lord be with you, and may hope find its way to you.
