A Real Confession To My One True Heart
"Though my actions, sometimes selfish and oppressive on the surface, inevitably land myself in a pit of dispair, yet for those of my supposed oppressors, repeatedly reap a formidable benefit.
Now this is not to say that my ends justify my means, however, if only in slight, my existence insists upon the benefit of others at the sacrifice of myself, as I am strong! Am I a shepard? I think not. I do though think that I am an effective scapegoat that I inspire others to learn from my uninhibited masked altruism.
Some would say there's no such thing as a selfless good deed. Well I'll be, perhaps the only man, who could argue...
Wait, I've lied and cheated my way through life, nevermind.
How can a human with such exuberant love and empathy for others hurt them so irreparably? This is my plight. I seem to have a messiah complex or there is something very simple I am overlooking, in my genius, that some have suggested the case. Yet nobody has ever given me a definitive answer to that which has been plaguing me since the beginning of time as I know it.
But I can fake it. And I can convince anyone of anything, but to you, my baby, I cannot feign. You own my heart wholly. And I would to the ends of the Earth succumb myself to unspeakable horror just to know the pinnacle of bliss so that I may hand it to you in platinum wrappings.
When you left, I left. I left everything you thought mattered to me behind. I intended not to come back, but it's strange how fate responds to ones that have the courage to defy it.
I could not die, tried as I might've, and for all the mishap I endured, in my dilution, I remained, alive. Why?"
"I just don't understand it too much."
"It's ok. The universe is unraveling exactly the way it should and you, my dear, are special. Are you happy today?"
"Yes, I am. Are you?"
"Taylor, you answered that for me....
Roses are flowers,
They die in cold weather,
I am for you,
As before and forever."
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