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- Oh how I used to laugh at them
- Used to pity those fools
- Who’d shun the world
- And bide their time alone
- Like some pathetic introvert
- Afraid of what
- Or who
- Was outside
- I can’t remember how it started
- Why I slowly, step by step, made my way into the cave, exploring
- How they came to reel me in, like the pied piper of old
- Curiosity? An inquisitiveness? A more carnal desire to explore
- The unknown?
- Or maybe those are just excuses
- For what I’ve become
- Or what you’ve turned me to
- I drunk from your fountains
- Spoke in your tongue
- Admired your sights and scenery
- I took in and observed all that your kind had to offer
- But somewhere along the line
- Lost the string that guided me out of this Labyrinth
- But found myself in the dark
- Have I given up on escape?
- I’ve certainly stopped looking for exits, they all slammed behind me
- As soon as the world realised where I was
- But why am I so calm?
- Why am I content?
- Why does it feel warmer the less I shield myself?
- The less I hide?
- Overtime I accustomed to the dark, and my eyes adjusted
- I began to see again
- And the enveloping black gave way to a world I’d never imagined
- Could exist
- None had faces
- None had names
- None had a place where they could meet and shake one-another by the hand
- But yet
- And yet…
- They were a family, together for better and worse
- Granted they fought
- Of course they disagreed and bickered
- Isn’t that natural?
- But they always shouted one another’s praise
- They’d always recognise their faceless friends
- They’d critique and share their works, created for one another
- With never a fear of dedication or faith in audience.
- And here I was
- Blending quietly with the faceless crowd
- Occasionally piping up
- To try my hand at sharing my creations, as rudimentary as they were
- And yet the praise I received meant more than I believed they could know
- I felt something
- I feared I’d lost to time
- I didn’t despair at how lost I’d become
- I didn’t weep for the places I’d left behind outside
- Because while I may have forgotten them
- And myself
- To a degree
- I’d been found
- And not only by the others down here
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