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  1. Oh how I used to laugh at them
  2. Used to pity those fools
  3. Who’d shun the world
  4. And bide their time alone
  5. Like some pathetic introvert
  6. Afraid of what
  7. Or who
  8. Was outside
  9.  
  10. I can’t remember how it started
  11. Why I slowly, step by step, made my way into the cave, exploring
  12. How they came to reel me in, like the pied piper of old
  13. Curiosity? An inquisitiveness? A more carnal desire to explore
  14. The unknown?
  15. Or maybe those are just excuses
  16. For what I’ve become
  17. Or what you’ve turned me to
  18.  
  19. I drunk from your fountains
  20. Spoke in your tongue
  21. Admired your sights and scenery
  22. I took in and observed all that your kind had to offer
  23. But somewhere along the line
  24. Lost the string that guided me out of this Labyrinth
  25. But found myself in the dark
  26.  
  27. Have I given up on escape?
  28. I’ve certainly stopped looking for exits, they all slammed behind me
  29. As soon as the world realised where I was
  30. But why am I so calm?
  31. Why am I content?
  32. Why does it feel warmer the less I shield myself?
  33. The less I hide?
  34.  
  35. Overtime I accustomed to the dark, and my eyes adjusted
  36. I began to see again
  37. And the enveloping black gave way to a world I’d never imagined
  38. Could exist
  39.  
  40. None had faces
  41. None had names
  42. None had a place where they could meet and shake one-another by the hand
  43. But yet
  44. And yet…
  45. They were a family, together for better and worse
  46.  
  47. Granted they fought
  48. Of course they disagreed and bickered
  49. Isn’t that natural?
  50. But they always shouted one another’s praise
  51. They’d always recognise their faceless friends
  52. They’d critique and share their works, created for one another
  53. With never a fear of dedication or faith in audience.
  54.  
  55. And here I was
  56. Blending quietly with the faceless crowd
  57. Occasionally piping up
  58. To try my hand at sharing my creations, as rudimentary as they were
  59. And yet the praise I received meant more than I believed they could know
  60. I felt something
  61. I feared I’d lost to time
  62.  
  63. I didn’t despair at how lost I’d become
  64. I didn’t weep for the places I’d left behind outside
  65. Because while I may have forgotten them
  66. And myself
  67. To a degree
  68. I’d been found
  69. And not only by the others down here
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