Post by Ekaterina on Mar 1, 2012 10:51:00 GMT -5
What is hell? To most the vision of Purgatory comes to mind, an angry place filled with flames and the stench of sulfur. Yet, to some, it's more personal than that. It's having to live each day in uncertainty. Keeping a distance to which is suppose to keep you safe. Within, a brick of ice is maintained, sheltered by rigidity of the outer form. But this is not the Hell of which I speak, for that is a state of existance that is easily maintained, without effort and clear of concious. To that which I refer, is when something comes along and your facade comes tumbling about your ears. That which creates a weakness, that no matter how hard you fight, it seems to continue to win. It's when the world of sleep takes presidence over that of the awakened state. An existance which you wish not to withdrawl, but to become lost in and float forever in time. No, this is not the Hell either, that comes when the sun rises and forces open your eyes, and realization is that nothing has changed. The visions that ignited life into a lustless soul are but a whisper of memory. This is the Hell from which there is no escape, it's consuming and ever powerful in it's suggestive ways. It is when the dreams of fantasy, become the nightmares of reality. That is Hell, a purgatory that's lived with the rise of every sun. Although a brief respite and taunts to follow when the sun gives way to the moon and the viscious cycle begins again....!