You Are Infinite

You Are The Unknown

You are running.

You are running inside a vast tunnel, a cave paved in seemingly brilliant shining gems.

Each time you stop, the darkness chasing you gets closer and closer. But it is your chosen duty to find this perfect stone.

But, alas, when you pause and touch each one, trying to pluck it, they slowly turn to broken toys, losing their glimmer, melting into mud, and finally evaporating into dust. 

They are in fact not gems, but eggs, and they break open to reveal a tiny baby bird, you trip as you run, and it falls through the gaps between your fingers which struggle and shake, trying to hold them close and keep them warm, keep them alive.

You do this over and over, as many times as you can, desperate in your quest. Bodies littering the trail behind you.

This is the story of how you search for love inside the tunnel of time, the dark unknown in front of you, the grim permanent behind.

You've struggled so long, with yourself, and with them. You remember watching the love you had fade like the flickering light of a candle, because you can't ignore the emptiness inside yourself, the knowledge of being alone and being meaningless which chases you.

But darling... you must understand that you cannot save what wants to break.

You are lost in this, you are lost and always be. But its a beautiful thing to be lost in, as lights reflect off of the surfaces, making you dizzy, and you wonder if you should take a chance on them.

Everyone's a beginner, everyone is player one. Everyone was placed here without the option of being told how to win, because there is no winner, nor winning.

The way to succeed in this game is to play with all your might, to struggle and fall, and get back up again when you are ready, despite the bloody kneecaps and the ache in your chest where your heart resides. You are a legend. You are blindly moving forward, but moving forward none the less.

You're getting closer.

There will be a time in your path where you may or may not find the treasure you seek, and your ideas of what is precious may alter...

You've struggled so hard and for so long, and your eyes are tired and you want to rest, but you can't.

Keep going. Keep going strong. Do not allow temptation of becoming unaware and destructive power over you. Your soft nature is not your weakness. It is your strength.

It's time now. This message is for you.

It's time to breathe deeply because the future is coming closer to you, and there is no running away. There will be choices you are going to have to make.

There will be a time when you look yourself in the mirror and forgive yourself. The scream you have been harboring like a fugitive will make its escape. You'll let go.

You'll be free.

You'll keep running, faster and faster, as a burst of energy fills you like the miracle it is and somehow, somewhere, a hand will hold yours, and you and this person will run together, and the false gems will melt into flowers, and the walls will widen until they are infinite. Your eyes will fill with tears as your bleeding feet will bleed no more, and sweet air fills your lungs, and laughter bubbles into the sky, a blue sky.

A sky, with clouds you can see.

You will turn around to see the darkness that was chasing you and you will find a radiant creature, which will hold you tightly and you will understand that you were never alone.

You'll be okay.

Inside your own heart, you will no longer be a stranger asking for a place to stay. You will no longer treat yourself like a dealer, demanding payment in full regret for an ounce of pride.

You'll be home.