There came a point where I began to feel like a being that transcended humanity, heavenly mandate incarnated into form.
And there’s currently only one word in my vocabulary to describe that.
But identifying as that seems blasphemous, along with the perspective I’ll have to approach the world with.
So I ran.
I kept turning my attention to every other aspect of myself. For how can one of that stature be as lacking as I am?
The more I ran, the more concepts in my world beckoned for refinement. More questions, unanswered.
Running wasn’t working.
So I reduced myself, every chance I got….just so I can feel like one of the masses.
I designed emotions, expressions, even affirming pain, just so I can feel something for a moment longer, so I don’t face what flows through me.
For if I do, it will be expressed.
And in each moment of reduction, I cut a piece of myself away.
It was painful, but I kept doing it, over and over again.
Madness.