Post by Revvie® on Jan 24, 2009 20:52:28 GMT -5
“Breath by breath, inhale to exhale and all that lies in between the lies of this illusion, an existence beyond all knowledge and time and all that seems to be true is that there is a lack of truth and that is truly the nature of the world around us. We seek absolution from are crimes against one another and yet find nothing but untruths and disgust . And to my dismay I am under the assumption that this all comes to an end and I am to play a part in the impending doom of the society that reeks of human flesh and desire for sin. Truth is Fiction and Perception is Reality.”
Jason stared into the mirror, Jason stared into his soul. Black is his soul, white was his collar. And to his eyes all he saw was darkness and it flooded his room with thoughts of foolish desire. Desire he brought to rest on sheets of impurity. Flesh on flesh, crashing against one another and then nothing, quiet. A price that would be paid but mere change in a purse that had yet been opened to Jason. He sat up and laid waste to a stick of blissful nothingness before repeating the words that echoed in the walls every night that he could not sleep. “Get out.” A whine, a thud, and then peace at last. Mind at ease, he rested.
And so the faith slipped his mind…into the shadows he went. And in his new awakening came new truth, new realities, lands unscathed by human obedience. No longer a mentor and no longer a follower, he found him self empty and yet full. This is Jason Jadoa.
“Each man’s life represents a road towards himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.”
Jason Jadoa
Jason stared into the mirror, Jason stared into his soul. Black is his soul, white was his collar. And to his eyes all he saw was darkness and it flooded his room with thoughts of foolish desire. Desire he brought to rest on sheets of impurity. Flesh on flesh, crashing against one another and then nothing, quiet. A price that would be paid but mere change in a purse that had yet been opened to Jason. He sat up and laid waste to a stick of blissful nothingness before repeating the words that echoed in the walls every night that he could not sleep. “Get out.” A whine, a thud, and then peace at last. Mind at ease, he rested.
And so the faith slipped his mind…into the shadows he went. And in his new awakening came new truth, new realities, lands unscathed by human obedience. No longer a mentor and no longer a follower, he found him self empty and yet full. This is Jason Jadoa.
“Each man’s life represents a road towards himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.”
Herman Hesse (Demian)
