Born In A Frozen State: The Genesis

Time passes upon this glorious day, as the masses of time passes since it has stepped into my life and shaken my entire world, inside and out. As I live my life, it stealthily follows, feeding my strife. Throughout the many countries, into pouring rains, across the wide star-lines, into frozen tundra’s and through crowds of billions, it always, somehow, finds me.

The more questions I ask, the more it hides itself behind its mask. It's mask; it is the face of a thousand faces. Place to place, wherever it goes, it steals a new face to replace its newly stolen mask. Thus, no one knows its true face.

As it replaces its faces, it creates new tactics and weapons to wield my way, while I safely protect myself behind my shield. My shield, the valiant, silver, red-crossed shield of Alexander Page. Read the story, to understand the glory of this profound shield, which I have proudly written within my own artistic mind.

As for this villain’s name, it has many, to help disguise itself. These many names sound, as well as the same look the same, in many ways. Letters and words are secretly exchanged, yet no one knows its true identity, nor exact location. It has many states it is said to live within, as it stalks me throughout life. Therefore, I believe it is one whom has been born in a frozen state...of mind.

Thus, having absolutely no concept of life, death, space, time, good, evil, right, nor wrong. Due to suspicious phone calls, the voice is deistically familiar. It is the exact voice, whom I, as well as others, had heard over the years. When I ask how it knows certain information of mine. The one and only answer I receive is..: "I know more than you think I do. ;)"

Yet, through it all, I always come back to the old church song: “We are many parts, we are all one body.” By far one of the truest songs I have heard in all my life. We are all the same, whether we agree to this or not. Although, this person has not much concept of life and takes pride in possessing the image, as well as identity of others, I still see this someone as a true person, whom is just the same as you and I.

It beholds a heart, which it sadly ignores. At times, I have seen the GOOD it hides deep down…Just as we ALL can at times. It has an incredibly brilliant mind, which it uses in all of the wrong ways and is sadly frozen within a state of pure hurt, loneliness, as well as vengeance.

Fists are shaken at one another in fits of fury and rage, while threats are made. Wars are fought, wars are ended, promises are made, promises are broken, deals are struck, deals are broken, friends are made, friendships are broken, lies are told, and truths are discovered. Some are accused, while others are caught within the crossfire. Some are presumed dead, others are simply declared missing and lost.

I was once told..: "If someone is spreading rumors about me, someone must really care a lot about me, or else they wouldn't be talking about me." Thus, I believe...It has taken the time to hunt me down, keep track of everything I think say and do, as well as waste these many years dwelling upon me, but not confront me in person, nor find a way to kill me, yet...Therefore, it must really care a hell of a lot about me, since it cares enough to spend this incredibly insane amount of time and effort upon me.

It repeatedly continues to step back into my life. No matter where I am, no matter what I do, it always happens to show up. I wonder if the right thing to do is turn around and face it, just as I have in the past. It can pester, harass and accuse me all it wants…As long as it is not hurting others, only I.

I now await the day it steps into my life as its true self. When and if that day ever comes, we shall talk, as well as sort out all that has happened over the years. Even if it is in the very end…Even after all of the serious damage that has been done, I will gladly accept this person into my life, once truths are told and its true identity is finally revealed, for all the world to see. Only then, will this someone finally be rescued from its frozen state of mind.


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