Ignorance is bliss, is it?

When you doubt yourself, or deny any possibility from ever manifesting itself into your reality, you are also denying your own full - brain - potentiality. Now why would you want to go about denying yourself of the majestic brilliance that was put inside both you and me?

He had been sitting experientially upon his very own dreamed-up throne, a DREAMED-up throne, yet the opinion of the one who mattered most was encouraging him, still smiling, still loving, still caring. Doesn't make sense. He was awful, cruel, and his behaviour was unacceptable. Yet she continued to stand by him. It doesn't make sense. During this time he shut himself in a little warm room at the centre of his being. His core. He embraced every fraction of reaction flowing from his infinitesimal harsh cruel hateful tone. When he was alone he would wonder, am I going too far, seems as though I'm not going far enough, and so he continues, waiting to see whe she would give up.

Pain and regret exist and reveal themselves throughout the process of his mind's hateful creations, therefore allowing him to also experience the inevitable inclination towards remorse and forgiveness. But rest is assured when his will is done, through you. He oversees the moments of truth, and I, I mean..he.. humbly surrendered himself, for that vary reason. Everything I believed in, everything I valued, I let go. Why? Because we are all part of a collective consciousness, which makes every single one of us connected in some way. Therefore, A few years from now, a future generation will look back at the Earth's condition of the 21st century and marvel at how foolishly we behaved towards one another.

Children of that future will shed tears when they learn of the amount of blood we allowed to be shed, just because we could not see eye to eye with our personal beliefs. So I sacrifice my own self for those children. Because I don't want them to cry. Neither should you.

But I am not the only one who is in pain, I cause other's pains aswell, but pain is part of the learning process. And She! Her troubled eyes merely seek to revive a wasting mind, Her reflection no longer unravels her sacred geometry, fractured by her own choosing. She turns toward the moon & asks "Give unto me a sign?" Alas, a savior she did receive, only a man who is shattering to pieces and cannot pull himself together, a man who thinks he is so much better than I, so much stronger, when in fact we are both weak as they come. Reunited once again with this man she claims she loves, only to be blinded by his light so bright, Now granted a ray of hope for the renewal of her will, She allowed herself to know what it felt like - to be loved more than she could give. - But once again she will fall. She is falling now. Always envious of the one He loves, always wishing for what could've been but will never be, by her own choosing. And I am afraid I will not be there for her any longer, there for them, so they must learn to cope without the burden that is I. I see what is yet to come, but I dare not speak, for ignorance is utter bliss. If you've been part of my life in the past few weeks, you will know what I speak of, hopefully.