Eyes open.
I am a young woman in this dirt infested world, polluted with screams of faceless hearts. Driven by guilt, i try to open my eyes, see the self-inflicted pain, but its blurred by the unnecessary mistakes fumed by desire. Who am i if not a product of my own consequence? My unworthiness is an obstacle for a higher calling, my quest for freedom to have the freedom to cleanse this world of the galons of blood spilt in the name of fate or destiny is desrupted by ignorance. I mourn for the souls who lack conviction, more so, their indifference to their own souls. I have felt the blind man's walk and the little girl's fear in the dark. I am no longer in the presence of deceit, but in the light of the truth!