Once upon a heartwarming morning in spring, I woke up to those little birds that love to sing. The red roses blooming wild and untamed in an open field, and all damage of past winter was now officially healed. In all lied beauty without one trace of sorrow, and all of this thanks to Mother Nature who provided us with one seed to borrow...
It was on a very warm midday in summer, that the sea for a moment was my greatest lover. The refreshing touch of water upon my skin, went beyond flesh and bones and touched my soul deep within. For days like this could last an eternity. And for all I knew, so far December was nowhere to be seen.
On a cold and early autumn evening, I watched the sun and flowers leaving. Yet, my sadness soon dissapeared and turned into beliefs, along with the changing patterns of the tree's falling leafs. From yellow, to orange, to the darkest of red, it made me realise that naturevwas far from dead. It was just another phase of life that was ready to live, another blessing from our earth to give.
On the palest of a pale and cold winter night, I yet wasn't cold, for the moon held me tight. The moon that was as white as the snow beneath it, was by myself experienced stronger than any candle I could've lit. For after months of pure glory, our nature was sleeping. And due to all the attempts with overwhelming beauty, for once not hearing the souls still weeping. The snow that covered it like the thickest blanket, would prevent her from waking by the arrival of a new sunset...
I was only six years old, when I learned that the sorld behind my wall was somthing very cold.
It was only at the fragile age of when I was seven, that I got confronted with the fact that someday, I'll too go to heaven.
Because at that point, in my own world I still wore the crown, and some kids whose minds could not comprehend tried to make me drown.
And the be honest I only fought through the bullying until the age of eight, to come across a more unfortunate fate.
It was then that I learned that the monster that lived inside of my head, was only a reflection of the one that visited me in my bed.
I only survived and became twelve of age, to be tested to measure up against demons with a far bigger rage.
It was not until thr age of fifteen, that my eyes were fed with the first gentle thing to be seen...
A magical boy with the most gentle touch, who made me forget about the fact that my life was quite rough.
But at the age of twenty, I was swallowed so deep inside the vessel of my rusted cage, that I to, had become one filled with too much inner rage.
At the age of twenty-one, I thought it was done. By now, I've realised that my story to this day, most likely still has not begun.
There are not many left to whom I show my real side, instead of the monster, I keep my heart locked inside.
The tormented monster is finally out, it is when I'm amongst others that it's standing damn proud.
But to the few who manage to break through that unbreakable layer, I thank you severely for becoming the answer to my prayer.
Because out of all that happened, it's you who to this day still teach me the most important lessons. And that is to through the masquearade, to never forget about your soul's true essence...
