Finally awake again
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Some random techno i dont know the name off
How good does it feel to open your eyes for the first time? to see the world, to confirm your reality for the first time.

How painfull is it to suffer that little death that sends you back into the dark, waiting to be awake again, waiting for the chance to affirm your "youness" for the first time again?

Do you remember how it feels? to be granted a place in reality?

I remember, i know, because i woke again today, after 3 years of slumber. I cut all the dirt and rubbish from my mind and stood again. shakily i admit. but stood none the less and stretched my wings.

How, i wont say, who awoke me, i wont say. I merely acknowledge the fact that i am awake again.

I see how people shy from this reawakening, to uncertainty it brings. The fear of the past and the future. Again i have had to stand, pick up my burdens, my tasks, missions and debts, and walk on reaching out once again to set things back into balance. to save those who i can. To carry out the promise i made that night long ago when i first woke, in those brief seconds, that promise that has guided my steps and ruined my heart time and time again.

What promise could possibly do that? What could i have promised while my world crumbled under me, while my all too real dreams invaded my waking life, when the world seemed ready to simply not be.

I made a promise that no one, ever, should have to feel that way, that for everyone i can reach, i will offer a hand and say,"you are not alone, I'm by your side, there is more than this" And so far, i have kept this promise to the exclusion of all else.

Strange you think? i guess it may be. But its how i choose to live, for good or ill.

So you sitting there, smile and know the hand is there, you need but take it.