To fix what's already broken, one must must change that new normalcy. The truth is always held within what's fake, to create lies, one must know a truth.
To ask, is to not understand. However some ask to reaffirm their truth; one would often question when they know they're being fed lies.
So why — why do we…? Is that question for truth or one that never really questioned.
Never change.
Confusion is derived from the lack of knowledge, so to turn that on oneself, they must be put in impossible situations, ones out of their expectations.
To begin, one must begin, because most of the time the end will never be known.
"What's happens next! Mommy tell me!" She exclaimed excitedly.
Words are a mask of reality, and when they are combined they're lines that change. "Alright, that's enough for know. You know it's your bedtime, so you'll just have to wait until tomorrow." Her voice soft as she gazed at her daughter, a kind smile plastered on her face.
Never change.
When —when will you come back to us? To ask, one must answer. Answer the mind, answer the mouth, answer to the truth.
Never change.
"But mommm… I want to know what happens next, pleaseeeee?" The girl asked with a pleading tone.
Face not run. To hide means one is sought, whether from oneself or others. Believe.
"I guess it's true that some things will never change, alright — one more page and then that's it for tonight. Alright?" She responded.
If you fall, you get up? "No, don't fall, I'll continue to hold on, no matter how long it — "
How are you?
Never answer a question. Answer what you know not what you don't. Change, change, change.
"Excuse me, do you have any spare change" He questioned, did he know?
Randomness always happens. It is the unexpected that one never expects, to fight an enemy when you don't know if they will appear.
"Make the statement Mr. Marshal. So be it, by order of the court I hear by sentence you to life without any possibility of parole, and a fine of — " what's next?
Go ahead, and don't understand. In one's life there will always be something you don't understand.
"Why can't you understand?"
The… the…
"Yaayy?" She questioned? Her face filled confusion, as in that she did not understand, understand as to why she was confused.
To wake up one must've slept and to sleep one must close, close your eyes. Life beginning at slumber and too ends.
"And so the princess slept. The end. That's all now, you've gone and finished the story, with none left for tomorrow." The mother reprimanded her daughter, however her voice trailed toward the end of her sentence.
"Mommy I know, but it's okay, because there will always be more" she replied.
More and more, fill the stomach, engorge and expand; as each and every thought consumes the brain.
"What are talking about? There will never be any more."
"Never…? What's wrong mommy?" The daughter asked worriedly.
To question, is to be unaware. Face it, face it, face it, face it, fear, fear it. Run run run run, never never stop.
"Thank you maam, this is a long way."
Is too far? Or too short? Say what you mean and think what you say.
Words have meaning, and meaning means.
"Thank you"
Stay close to warmth that you know, for it will be the only. The only thing you'll ever feel, take it and keep it.
"This has to happen this way, or else…"
"Mommy? Mommy? Is that even you? You sound different." She looked at her mother blank and lifeless eyes, however in this moment, those bright white orbs, still showed some semblance of what's to come.
Within the falseness, there must hidden truth, a message that can be convey through unorthodox methods, far beyond a scope one thought.
Think hard, look and see, these are the tools all organisms implement into their existence, when most appropriate they beome pivotal components necessary to go forward.
"It's okay, I'm okay. You've had the story, so now it's time to see what's has to happen." The mother replied, but the once tone now robotic.
"Follow me, and return to where belong."
"Belong? What do mean mommy?" She questioned, bewilderment plastered on her young and youthful face.
"Yes, face it and accept the reality that is real, close your eyes and take in the moment before the dawns neck crows. Oh my child, so purposeful in my words, each sentence I lay is a trap to follow."
Follow what in the heart, when most the mind is what leads, each step decided to be taken by the mind, resitance is the self preservation that is instilled in each and every step.
Follow it.
"Mommy you're scaring me, why are you being so weird." The daughter exclaimed with worry in her voice as she tugged at her mothers sleeve.
"Ease my child, I mean harm; I've been given a newfound purpose, you are not my only child anymore. I have to lead the others, or else they'll forget what they have to remember." The warmth that was lost returned to the mothers face, as she gazed at her child with a caring smile.
"Any later and the monsters will be out to get you, they're already waiting, I've been protecting, so you take opportunity to free yourself, do you understand?" She asked.
"I understand mommy, I'll go to bed now. Goodnight." The daughter finally feeling the return of her mothers smile, felt at ease and shut her eyes.
"It's too quiet."
What leads and follows, a lead that leads and a leash that chains, do they achieve the same purpose? Or do they act in opposite?
Question it, and never trust, for what you will feel is sore. Time creates a path, that all follow.
Open to yourself, and feel, feel what your made of, are you garden with endless flora or nest that houses insects.
Down in the depth, where the murk aspires the growth that grew never lies.
"Follow it"