waywalker

Love is the life blood of human happiness, our constant craving. Without it we suffer and wilt, with it we are freed and can grow.

We must understand something before we can ever love fully though. Love is not an external force, it should not be sought from an external source. Love is a condition built from within, admitabally it is helped by a favorable situation, but it should be felt from within first and then given to the external world and then love will be reflected back.

We will never find love or happiness if we look for it in another person, they cannot possibly fulfill our expectations. We cannot possibly give true love until it is true within us, otherwise we will constantly exhuast ourselves trying vainly to replicate love that does not exist within.

Take time alone, know yourself truly, forgive yourself wholly, begin to love yourself first. Give of this love later.

The people here are dying, you can see it. the anguish in their eyes, the slow decay of their souls. they are withering and fading, most don't seem to know it or just don't want to. convinving themselves they are happy as their unhappy lives blink out of existence.

Most choose the slow suicide, that of piosoning. it takes time to kill, so it's not so obvious that you feel no true reason for living. then other's won't see it, then you won't see it.

This city consumes you, heart, mind and soul. You are a slave. a slave to power, to time, to greed, to desire, to addiction, to the constant want of more.

More, more, more. Its fed to you in every thing you watch and hear. YOU NEED MORE. forget your friend, forget your love, forget all goodness and reason, forget why you are alive just get MORE.

Forget, forget, forget. becuase knowing is dangerous, knowledge threatens their carefully constructed stability, threatens their world of fear, love works to fell the very foundations of all that they are.

Love is the only answer, its the obvious answer but also the difficult path. those who love are persacuted and destroyed, for fear dominates, instilling doubt, making ghosts, creating monstors, consuming the soul.

That is why they fear me, becuase i do not fear them and they do not understand this.

This city, this construct, this system, this sick society, this delussion will end. Desolation will fall...

Sorrow, the man who called me back here, pauses a moment. In the flickering darkness his features are obscured, but i sense his energy none the less. I know what he is going to say but I let him say it anyway.

"She's here."

I know this becuase I've felt her to, she's inside me. I nod, letting his words re-affirm what I already knew. The question then is where, how?

I look at him for a slow moment, he doesn't seem startled as gunfire rips through the heavy silence, my hearts jumps. In the blaze of light I see his face, worn but wise. A man of true depth, a man of trust and honesty, I decide to fight alongside him.

We have but one choice now, we must find her...

Now that i have returned i am reminded why i left. this place consumes you, this city, this construct, she is built to decieve the unwary into slavery. she shackles their mind, binds their thought, controls their lives.

I see it in their eyes, hollow and sunken, drained of life. creativity and all feeling's of love and happiness are slowy leeched from them until their strength to live has failed, no longer are they human, rather they are robotic beings of routine.

They brush past me as i walk, none give me notice but i know there are those who watch.

The city knows i have returned and she fears me, she fears what i bring, what i represent, what she does not understand, change.

she watches me...

The city will try to stop me, i know this as i am her enemy but what i am here to do must be done. to me it is a task that can wait no longer, my path is clear, my purpose known and my will to perservere will defeat all odds that rise against me.

I will see this city fall, I will see this end. With my own hand I will fight this war, whatever it takes, I will fight in the hope of a new world.....

my arrival here goes unnoticed, at least as far as i can feel. here i'm a stranger, nobody would recognise me, nobody knows me, my existance is only possible through my physical form. there are no memories, no threads of thought, nothing trails me here, no history.

the city is quite tonight, nothing stirs within. it seems as if she is contemplative of her own existance. how she came to be, what she was, what she is yet to become...maybe she has felt my return.

all around me they pass, with my eyes closed i see nothing but hear all and in my mind's eye the city exist's around me, constructed from strains of faded memory, vaguely familiar sounds & my own perception of the cacophony of energies.

"perhaps i should stay," i think, "lingering sometimes does good, it gives time to watch, room for thought, a space to expand...