Once I was innocent.
Time had withered Life as I knew it, breaking down and shattering illusions we always thought was real.. we always thought was the truth.
And there they lay, lying on the ground as broken pieces that were left unclaimed. Everything that the world was about. Everything we were taught. Everything we knew. Everything that was... to us... absolute truth.
I picked them up, piece by piece, clutching them towards my chest. Every little piece on top of each other, like split wooden fractions awaiting to be expunged.
The irony was confounding. Contemplation and introversion became requisite.
I can now hear them scream. Like children in a state of fear within an inescapable nightmare. They cry out for sympathy, with deceit and lies concealed behind colorful masks.
But it was too late. The walls had spoken and my eyes laid bare through the veil of ignorance that had opaquely shrouded the innocence.
I hear the seemingly distant cries of the world as if they were right beside me. I feel the pangs of agony and grief. I see the sorrow in their eyes - those glassy eyes that symbolized the suffering, torment and anguish that they had remained in for all their existence. I can almost taste the blood and sweat that the wind carried, brought upon the world by man’s seemingly consummate and insatiable appetite for power and greed.
The world had fallen.
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