Give me away, white flag, release my pain. I can’t find the comfort to cover the decomposition of my own name. Mortality had been the birth of me; forced to slice my eyelids before initiating my ability to see. And when they grabbed me by the arm, they claimed that no white flag could shield me from harm. They led me back into the dark, denying truth from the stars above. For, the constellations that which merely exist surely couldn’t be a guided pathway toward love. And they stripped me of my voice, as silence had been their virtue of direction. Thus, I began to paint my thoughts on the walls of my cave to visualize my perception. Just as I had dreamt of a light in my eyes, they had declared my dreams as deception. There is only one way to see, they said, to stay inside the realm of periphery. To walk outside, there’s no guarantee, they said, I was one of them; no white flag could save me. They said I was to be damned to Hell’s Inferno for as long as my heart injects their blood, my body will be inhibited of a place to go; to be destined for nothingness, they said I could never grow. Given that I had discovered the art of expression, they chained me to the rocks of my cave and devoured my soul. But it was merely a lesson; a lesson to learn, a lesson to confirm that an ordinary mind is the only imagination that be known, they said I should never grow, because there is no white flag that will give me a place to go. She said, remain in the dark; ignore the psychotic aggression. But my body had been twisted to ache in regression. And that had been my lesson; from being bestowed upon control, I had learned to fight myself as he devoured my soul. I waited in sadness as he displayed his madness that sliced my eyelids before I could see. I then released my pain, and ran away to understand how to be. When I stared into the face of death to find a meaning, I had realized that I was the white flag of which I had been dreaming. I headed in the direction of the constellation of which I belonged to. As I covered my name, I had discovered you. Guided down the same path, you had waved your white flag to the stars above. Releasing your pain, releasing yourself toward love, you had created a new name. In my eyes, you were the brightest star that had shone, the most relevant truth I had ever known.
A truth that had made me immortal. A truth that had rendered me to grow.
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