CROSSROAD

BORN FROM SILENCE, BROKEN PIECE OF NOTHINGNESS, I FIND MYSELF AT A STRANGE CROSSROAD.
I HAVE LEARNED TO WORD MY WORLD, AND ME, AND YOU, HIM, AND HER, AND EVERYTHING THAT THE WORD CREATED WAS FOR.
FORCED TO ACCEPT DEPENDING ON WHERE WE LIVE, ALL THE WORDS THAT MAKE OUR REALITY POSSIBLE. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALL THINGS SAME, LOVED EQUALLY BY THE SPIRIT. OUR WORDS DO NOT SEE LOVE, SO THEY POINT THE FINGER AT OTHERS TO BLAME. MY CROSSROAD IS OURS, SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE FIRST TO GO, LEAVE THE COMFORT OUR FALSE GROUP, IN WHICH WE DO NOTHING BUT PITY ONE ANOTHER. FORCED TO ACCEPT THAT MONEY BRINGS RESPECT, THAT LIFE IN ITSELF IS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH.
FORCED TO CHASE IMAGES OF US AND OTHERS, IMAGES CONSTANTLY DISTORTED SO WE WOULD NEVER CATCH UP. FORCED TO HATE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, IT IS SO EASY TO HATE, IT BRINGS PEACE TO THE KNOWING OF SELF. DO I ACCEPT THE SPOT THE WORLD HAS SET UP FOR ME, OR DO I ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO TIME LEFT, AND LIVE MY LIFE IN NO REGRET BUT LONELINESS INSTEAD.
THERE IS NOT MANY OUT THERE THAT ARE FREE FROM THE BURDEN OF WORDS, AND IT BRINGS TEARS FOR MY JOY, MY KNOWING THAT MY OTHER HALF IS ALIVE LIKE ME AND WILLING TO GO BEYOND, TO BE FREE.