The Tailspin of Isolation

The tailspin of isolation, can bring about a characterization of your internal truth, and your external mask. The real questioning begins, when you find your external mask looks directly into your soul; begging for answers for which are not there. There is no certainty to be had, just as there is no redemption to be found. There never was a point in searching for any of these to begin with, as they have been absent from within you for many years now. Stolen by the circumcisions of life: prejudices, ego, lost love, distractions, painful memories, and the all too frightfully familiar hate. There is a specific type of hate one experiences when this hate has a cross-hair focused upon the others. It is a cancerous hate, which spreads into every cell within your body; multiplying the hate forward into infinite permanence. The raw extinguishment of love has officially taken place, as there will never be a glimpse of the sunrise within the heart of a hateful way of life. I can remember that day so vividly; I could feel the hate pouring through my burning eyes, as I watched the others live their lives. I was not content seeing their way of life, as I knew I was better than them, as I knew I was part of the selected few, who had actually evolved past their species. I was ridiculed for my beliefs, just as I always am. The adversity within makes me stronger, more understanding of what it truly means to not know the truth. I have come to understand in life; there never was any truth to begin with. You and I were brought up in lies, we were taught to live our life within these lies, and now we have awoken, seeing the lies for what they truly are: suffocation. To begin to live your life within your truth; you must first make peace with your past, if you skip this part, you will forever stay stagnant; spending the rest of your isolated life going nowhere backwards. I have lived through the lie, just as I have lived through the truth; the lie is easier to live through, as the truth is a painful sensation within the spine. I would rather endure this sensational pain, knowing what I was feeling was real, as opposed to the blissfulness of a lie, not knowing it was fake.

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