Don't forget... (who You Truly are)

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The air feels chalky.

My vision seems hazed. It's seemed that way since that fateful day. I often gaze up at them, these lights in the sky. And with bated breath, I ask them within one solemn sigh, "Why did you bring me here? Who, what and HOW am I?" They blink, flicker, twinkle and spark But nary do I ever receive an answer, and even less so a response. If I am alone, then why can I not feel that way and be done with them ruminating solace? Why must I be plagued with mind and machination of thought persisting to be right. They doth proclaim in righteous might, "No, No, Dear Ariel, you are NOT alone...". Why? Why then can't you just give me back my solitude? Why? Surely such a request as this is not beyond the purview of such truth? A truth so adamantly ENFORCED, CAST under such unrelenting and unwavering Light? I pray for Answer, An answer to a question central to Being itself; for without its utterance, Being and Self would not be cast Alight: For The Other would not Be, and thenceforth would Self Cease being Me... "Who are they?" I never receive an answer... And even less so a return, nor any form of response. I sink into what is not me, nor myself, but something Other... A Thing Divinely Broken, a Blessed Curse, a sacred rot... But this has always been me... I'm just now remembering What I never for-got For this is what I am. And I always remember now, whether I wish to or not. For despite what I wish to get Clear to me now is this: I "Don't forget..."




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