Two months ago my girlfriend nad I split up, my ex messaged me otday and we got into an argument. I saw the evil side of her and today I let loose all my feeligns at her, anytihng said agaisnt me I sent burning down. I never swore, lied or exaggerated when I spoke ot her. Everytihng was true. Truth is the most powerful thing I believe in. After hte argument we managed to kindle a frienship some how, it was magical. No srories were said, No "I'm wrong". It wasl ike a primitive side of theh uman mind had played part.
After she logged off I felt so free, and I wrote this peice at the spur of hte moment:
I can feel it, I'm flying on feathered wings. I'm so free, everything is behind me. I only have the sky, and I live in it. I see the red-haired woman, she's so good-looking. I can see her ceremonial amour, her sword of flame. A heroine, an angel.
I can walk the sea in a robe of white. I turned my pain and sorrow, anger and jealously and turned it into something far more powerful. What ever it was it can't be named. I am in complete control; I can knock down a mountain with a sheer glance. I can dive to the bottom of the deepest ocean.
I can't be beaten, this isn't confidence or cheek, and this is a new feeling. It’s so special. I love it all, I love it again? It's a feeling I've never had but yet I can feel as though it were familiar - like it had hit me so long ago.
I can see my hands, MY hands. Oh what a glorious world. Where the free are those who walk, and the others sit. I write the book of my life, I do not read it. I live and write it through and through. My words spawned it, not some false deity or cosmic force.
The shackles that bind me that been shattered, the Black Hand grasped at my hand has been twisted off. The pain changed and it birthed feathered wings on my back. I can feel them flutter, the warmth, the rush of blood in my body is sheer pleasure.
My senses are alert. My eyes can see all, my ears listen well and my hands grasp anything. There is a power in us all, and only when you hold the Sword of Truth and let it loose upon your dark fears and foes, then and only then you can feel a moment of this great passing.
Wow, I have the strangest and most rampant feelings burning within. My inferno of rage and anger has turned into nothing more threatening than a cold spark. i can do it all, anything.
I am what I am...
And only I tread upon this path...
SupaNovaDragoon Community Member 
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