Fallenhazel

This is my life. This is the trajectory that I followed to here, and here, I am happy. And I able to help others find their way, but then, something clicks, an unforeseen connection. I'm as lost as he is because this can't be real, and I know my past. But my past is not his, and everything is changing from the simplest things to a lost ring to the scars that I never had but now do. I can't break the connection because it has found its way from one moment in time to where I am now, and now I am held hostage to the vibrations rattling everything that I know, all that I am. They don't know who I am, but the connection remains. I beg him to change his mind, correct the course of time. Maybe, I'm reaching him, but then, another click. And the walls come crashing down, but I'm still here, still holding on to the life that I know I lived. But where will his path leave me?

Something has gone wrong with our circuitry, circuitry born from experience, life, family, and burnt out from everything since. We are left with the pieces, trying to make sense of our lives or what's left of it, and the past doesn't leave us alone. We are rejected and left with a want for the future, but the future remains out of reach, shielded by darkness, and only the unknown greets us as loneliness takes us by the hand. We need to know that we are not alone, so we search, we hope to find one voice to hear us, hear the stories that we are forced to live, trying to find the way out. But what if there is no way out except for one door that hypothetically we could enter, leaving everything behind? Would we be missed, but should we even think like that? At least, she hears us, and maybe, just maybe, through her voice, her emotion, we find what we desperately seek, a connection, a reminder that no, we are not lost. We are just human.

If I had god-like powers, I still couldn't save the world. There's too much damage. Too many broken, lost souls, and some don't even seem to care anymore. And where would you even start? Would anyone want your help? Would they see you as a hero, or as a monster, someone that was just cursed? Maybe, if I had those powers, I would feel the same, hide away from the world, but you can't hide forever. And then the world will find out who you are, and if asked to be saved, would you try? Would you even want to bother, knowing the history of yesterday? Maybe, nobody should have those powers, no matter how much good you might want to do. We are after all human with a beating heart, and it only takes one thing to tear us apart.