~Sezon~

[~Sezon~]

5,4,3,2,1

A beginning. A first step. Taking that first step, that is the hard part. but once we take that first step we have to keep walking. or running...

[~Sezon~]

Take her for example. She had everything going for her but it... It still happened. At this point, i guess, I should make an analogy about her mind, how it spun wildly out of control; how when she pulled the internal brakes of her being, just for a moment, they had already been cut; how when she knew what she was doing...

we all

still

fell.

But an analogy is a literal comparison, to say one is something to get understanding across. but now... as I write this post I know that any analogy will be but a Euphemism, a mere avoidance of her reality. Only 'HER' Because there is no such thing as reality. What we all call 'reality' is only a convention agreed upon by our locality and most commonly: Globally. Everyday people try to force us into their reality, denying ambiguous beliefs or 'too good to be true occurrences'. Those who have power control what reality is. And the problem with her was that... she realised this.

Her intentions were pure, her method flawless. To change our perception of reality through not only showing them what they didn't believe but making them believe it. What though... she FORCED them to believe was the problem... the weak link in her fine crafted maille. She did not ask them to challenge their reality, she skewed them accept a cruel, undefined, broken reality.

To be continued.... if.... those what to hear my story :)