Rarely will you find person who observes you and reads you when u don’t speak.Imagine now the world full of people asking for explanations they don’t even want to understand. What a gap it is between those who are AWARE and those who are so busy with ego and daily doubts that they don’t even dare to think, nor to look, nor to look over your actions, what to say if i want them to understand or just SEE…And there are many steps to go still until they could come to be AWARE.
When everyone leave you, do not leave yourself .Meet those who are always left to be alone, read books, write, draw, go to walk, listen to the silence, do something you did not do before…Sometimes our sadness and loneliness need to be our new fuel to find something better. Do not dwell at the closed door.Someone refused you , someone judged, someone was weak, someone was broken….too much to be able to love you. It is not your fault. It never is. Do not dwell at the closed door because a person you search for would never close one in front of you.
In a God forsaken land, beyond the greatest sea, the tower, similar but not alike any lighthouse, was built.
In it you enter alone but you are never actually left to wonder. You have a company. As you step on the staircases that go in circle, you step to a never ending journey.
The light would go darker, the heart would pump faster, the loneliness would suffocate you, giving you chills, the feeling of worthlessness and drowning in emptiness. You would try to continue step by step and as you rise, you’d face your worse fears, some broken childhood memories, some past blood of your soul, some present madness and future at dawn.
You’d walk as fast as you can but you would neve walk alone.The tower would test your mind and heart, the walls would tempt your senses, your vision would make you blind. You’d feel emptiness of life and death’s horrors. You’d cry in deepest screams of what is and what might be. You’d suffocate for long, not knowing is it air or poison.
People gone mad just by stepping to the enterence of this tower. No one ever returned sane and untouched. However, just once in maybe thousands of years, there could exist a soul of a pure heart who already fought, in this veary reality, battles worse then any nightmare this mad tower can bring . The one who did, is the one who’d get away untouched and unharmed by shadows and her mind. It’d resurrect as the Phoenix does, in the scariest and deppest flames that lay hidden in the pure darkness.