I never understood, There was always this barrier, an icy blockade that flamed at every touch, and every thought I had of it was wrenched from my head, a painful rendering, it would leave me bleeding from my ears for days. And then there would be days I would be numb, so thinking and touching would be out of the question, The whole time empty bodies would float through the wall, never reacting when I would tap them on the shulder. As if enlightening me was a great sin. Thou shalt not inform the ignorant, the 11th commandment, So that I knew God was against me. And as I looked at the Sun, now dim and sputtering in its daeth throws, I was able to decipher the code, that would unlock lifes meaning, and all at once I knew I wasn't ready I never wanted to be unshackled. The shackles had grown into a comfortable home. What I did understand, was that the empty bodies were once just like me, Young and Unknowing. And they too cracked the code. But their choice was different, their doors they opened, and their conviction for life leaked out through their fingers like water. Though I don't understand, At least I'm complete.Birth sign: Pisces
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