Letting Go



Something came to me today, a memory from an experience I had some months ago. I was conscious in my distorted reality, different concepts assailing my awareness with a frightening wonder. It was very hot and so I took off my shirt and sprawled on the floor, and my surroundings crept into my head.

I could feel and see the road outside, the trees, the houses, all the strange people going round and round in circles, a never ending path of frivolous self gratification. I wanted to go outside and wander among them, to feel the sunlight in my face, on my hands, to hear the movements of the trees and human life, to feel the energy of life in savage motion.

But I couldn't. I couldn't go outside because I wasn't wearing my shirt. The system does not accept it, I would be made to feel inferior. Because they always place limits upon you. And even when you say 'fuck them' and go for it anyway, they won't leave you to enjoy doing what you want because you are going against their brainwashed policies, and so they must pick you apart until all joy is gone and you are left feeling empty and abused by people who wanted to make you feel as they do, because they don't possess the will to rise from their self-made prisons.

Last night, in my sleep, I was rollerskating in the snow. It was an enjoyable experience, and I did not feel the cold with my exhiliration. I was one with my surroundings and nothing could stop me.

But then I slipped and fell. I realised how tired I was. I just wanted to rest for a minute. But when I tried to get up, I could not stand. My attempts were made in vain; I just did not have the energy. I fell back to the ground once more and simply lay there. I could feel no pain. I tried rubbing my arms, which were red with the numb cold, but apart from a vague tingle of pain I could not feel a thing. I was sleepy, and I did not need to worry about reaching my destination. Instead, I laid still and waited for death.

I had let my surroundings overcome me. I had let the outside world intefere and make my life a prison, which only death could overcome.
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