The Shadowlit Realms
| Labyrinth of the Mind |
Rebel HeroOur eyes meet in a fading glance less then seconds, but that is all it takes. I know with every fiber of my being, my very nerve. I feel it move from somewhere deep inside of me. It is unavoidable. It cannot be stopped. It is beyond my control, and yours. Something has shaken, something deep in the blood, of the spirit understands. An understanding which cannot be put into words. Cannot be analyzed or brought forth into the light. Something that must live in those dark unexplored caverns. Too powerful for words. We have pledged a silence alliance. We are strangers, our lips do not move, we pass in silence. Until this moment your existence was unknown to me, unimportant, miniscule. Just another body, another face. But something has changed. They are the ones who have changed it. They made you something, a symbol, it cannot be resisted. I cannot throw myself in with their lot. They may be right. It is true I was disgusted, the tension rose, the air stirred. No I did not agree with your ideology. I thought it was foolish, childish, immature, inappropriate, unbecoming. I wanted it to stop! But then, they ostracized you. I was pulled apart, conformity must never be accepted. I watch them now with loathsome eyes. They made you the Rebel Hero with petty gossip, huddled in corners, giggling in conspiracy. While they felt bonded in this, in their judgement, in their righteousness, I was pushed away, drove from their sly glances. We were now bonded, we shared something. I savor the radicalism, of stepping away, to share in secret you isolation. Your words remain empty, and hallow, it was still a silly act that should not have happened, but you are not one of them, and I do not belong to them. I cheer you on in my head. Offer subtle reassurances. My eyes do not stray from you when we pass each other. I feel the force pulse and quicken, something has been awakened. Through mental waves I send you messages. Together separately we can despise them.
5:01 PM - 3/6/2009 - post comment
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