To the masked opponent laying dormant in my mind:

I am at fault for waking you. I fear my moment possessed by vanity is what cause my down fall. I hadn’t realized how deep the moat separating me from you was, though I am the one who created such a contraption. What once was meant to protect now carries the potential to eradicate all that is existential.

You are the personification of my most latent fears. Light materialized in your eyes, and I dared to look straight into them. All that I thought would make me fall to my already bruised knees is now the very thing I wish to decipher. It was my vainglory that breathed life into your once collapsed lungs. How could one possibly solve all the riddles in this enigmatic game of yours. Or is that too a facade generated by my own mind? Am I the one at fault for causing myself to choke on all the false answers I’d hope to find?

I may be in far too deep to have such hopes, but should I survive this, I will respect the language you wish to vocalize. I won’t force meanings too big for the words you lay before me. I will step back and surrender all urges and instincts to control the moment. I promise you, I won’t cross bridges that were never there, and I will let you come to me. But should you decide to turn away from my eyes, I will do the same, and make my feet obey the will to continue without the romanticized idea of you.

‘Should I survive’, such a funny thought that flickers across my glazed over eyes, as the water filling my lungs weighs me down towards my own demise. Images are foreign, and I see that infamous white light again. I hope you stay unfeigned, and resist any urge to save me. Only then will my faith be restored.

-A☥ 

December 21, 2012 ©

Going to play Portal and Limbo until I drop

see you on the other side