They say silence is the absence of sound. But do not believe something simply because you hear it or even can attest to it. Who is one to say that a principle is so if they have not walked in seven billion shoes? If this is true, then why is it that I, myself, hear voices when I’m sitting alone? Am I really alone? Or is the definition of silence misinterpreted? They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Do you miss me? Or is your heart growing fonder of my absence? One might ask how questioning the world is becoming to me, and I would say, we must all be cats because though curiosity may kill us, knowledge will always be our savior.
Yes, I am a writer if you haven’t figured that out already. It’s the only way that I can make the blurred lines clearer for the people in this world that walk that blurred line like a tightrope. Unfortunately, once you read this, you will never be the same, and if you chose to continue on, either wisdom or stupidity has reigned victorious. They’re one and the same, which is hard for you to understand now, but I will use the comparison for the sake of clarification. When you reach the end, if you make it that far, there will be a choice to make. That is all I can say for now.
Time is limited. They do not know I have contacted you; either out of foolishness or mere ignorance. I cannot tell you where I am because it is always changing and the location is never revealed to me. You must understand that love is not a feeling, because it is not a choice. But do not shy away from using your heart, for your mind and emotions should be of the same entity; it is humans who have separated them as church and state, state and church. Love is not one and the same with danger. It is only detrimental for those whose hearts’ cannot contain the sheer power of compassion. A heart that beats for others is much nobler than a heart that bleeds for a cause. I was not sure I was alive but the beat keeps time for everything here. Am I going mad?
Something is fighting against my tongue as I attempt to teach you how to survive. But do not fret, even though my mental fatigue is tested, my will to spread what I know is far more powerful. This is beyond me, however, I must admit there are some things even I cannot explain about my existence. It’s as if extraneous memories were pieced together by some unknown power to form a puzzle in which the pieces do not fit. The paintbrush has been placed in my hand, with no artistic experience, and all that is ingrained in my mind is the extreme need to paint a picture.
Each passing hour ignites a fire inside of me, the flame is getting more and more like winter’s bitter revenge. If my words have eluded you, render this memorable if you seek to continue on with both your body and soul intact with one another. It is imperative that you do not confuse foolishness with recklessness. For it is reckless to gamble your money away, and a fool’s errand to assume your money will remain intact.
TO BE CONTINUED....