It's a lonely activity.
You do it alone.
Yet when you hear the sounds from the other side,
A figure forms.
A figure is born.
A figure that will give you comfort.
He will be your company.
He said knowledge will make you free,
But what it does is to bind you,
Chain you.
Pin you down.
Eternally shackled.
You will loathe it.
You will wish that you had never known.
And yet,
Somewhere deep in your soul,
You wish for it.
You yearn for it.
You thrive for it,
Despite knowing that it will forever bind you.
And thus, you become,
Voluntarily shackled,
For eternity.
~ 2016 ~
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