Consciousness has a bitter side that’s only realised by those who try to take a glimpse upwards. For it will neither reveal the truth to you, nor keep you in the bliss of the ignorant, it hits you deep in the core, leaving you lacking in power, but full of misery. Driven by fear and past, a past that’s like a sharp haunted serenity; dare to poke it and it will show you a demon with many heads, beating drums, crows flying over fields of a tribe of scarecrows standing still, unaware of the reason of their existence, screaming in the wind.

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How pathetic are you Sapien? driven from non-existence into this world without a choice. Attached to an umbilical cord like a puppet, pushed into life with many more strings attached.

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Strings that at some times might force you to dance to their own beat lest you face guillotine, and, at other times, might leave you holding on dearly to them, dreading fall.

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Othman Shihab