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Truly Yours

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When you are stuck somewhere unable to get out, don't you feel the survival instinct?
Can I see the fear in your eyes?
Can I ignite your soul and set you free?
But, I'm afraid they are just mere fantasies, hiding the truth behind.

Don't you realize they are helping you?
They are preventing you from facing the hard truth, they are preventing you from the superficial reality, which is harsh, as well as beautiful. The moment you drown yourself, in its beauty truth knocks you from behind, leaving you breathless and let you suffer through pain. They have no mercy nor tolerance, but we have resilience to fight back. Perhaps, this is the strongest weapon we are equipped with.

Don't you see yourself running through the maze, every time you close your eyes in search of the last piece of that unsolved puzzle?
Do you still climb those endless stairs, being chased by your fears?
You feel as if you are sinking right into the ground. Footsteps turns heavy and its almost impossible, to drag your body up anymore.
Right then, fear takes over your senses, paranoia hits your brain, and the delirium you suffer through makes you realize, the person in you has changed never perhaps coming back.
But darling, don't you think you have forgotten?

'The only way to succeed is to get through.'

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