Toward Liberty

Now this has come to life and death. How does a hollow man find his soul?

I try to wrap my mind around the moment it was gone. Everything was an overcast of pain that cost everything. I wont live in the shadow anymore. I can’t feed this cycle of intangibles, just out of reach. When I see their eyes, that means more to me.

Always with me, but couldn’t see. Over a lifetime of self will centered on me. It was always pain, and yearning for liberty. But, why did it take so much pain to myself and others for me to change toward liberty?

The furthest thing from truth was my face, you only saw a mask; I had to hide it. I had to hide me. And, somehow in desperation I removed it. The person that I was doesn’t define me. I had to find me.

Self-pity was all I knew. My whole world centered on me, there was no time for me and you. A fucking coward.

Always with me, but couldn’t see. Over a lifetime of self will centered on me. But, why did it take so much pain to myself and others for me to change?