It's what they call it

A revolution is what they call it. A point in time where things turn for better or for worst. A country can have a revolution, just as a person can. Despite the people i've met and the things I've been through I have yet to experience my revolution. But awhile ago i was much more naive and foolish than i am now. I was afraid of the ideas i had and of expressing them i was afraid to be myself, to be happy. But in the strangest and most likely of places i found my key, my spark. slowly i am on my way to knowing that there is good in myself just as there is good in this world that i live on. One day soon I'll be able to find the lock on my heart and my mind that this key will unlock. And who knows? Maybe that will lead to the revolution of the world.

With wings of seven we can reach Heaven

"How about you write about Levia?"

thats what they asked me. To tell them about the inner workings of my soul that i still did not fully understand. To ask someone about the very thing they hate but they know they can not live without, is as if they want me to suffer....

"theres not much that can be said. He is, to say the least, what keeps me going. the thing that keeps me alive no matter how many hits i take no matter how many wounds a sustain. a blessing really. But he is also the thing that has destroyed my life that has killed men in defiance to what i want. all and all, he is my soul and i hate him."

True, it is strange how someone could "hate" there soul. But this wasn't the entire truth. I also loved that he had been awakened. If it wasn't for him this futile effort would be a lost cause. with each sentence that i write i miss her. i miss the friend i lost. but i feel her, her soul is tugging me towards some greater truth. A truth that if found, could disinagrate the lies that i walk on.