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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