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SAVAGE SALVATION

Once again, I heaved a customary long sigh. My breaths have deepened over the years, for I have been running....running away…from a trap. It is too bad to be caged. I have shed countless transparent drops from my eyes, drops that merged with my skin so amicably that no one could see. Even though my efforts had minimized my hope didn’t. So, I struggled over and over again so I could break free through the cage. I dug my way out of the cage protecting myself on my own. And ever since, I have been running. My feet need no rest. Once again right now, the magnificent view ahead of me put me to a halt. I'm seeing a flowery meadow.... Its luminosity had been blinding my eyes until this point. But now I'm so close to it that it is soothing. I’m picking up my pace once again….faster, faster, faster. As the distance is shortening, my breath is deepening. Once I’ll be there I won’t have to run anymore. And here I am. The scenery of this meadow is straight out of my dreams….purple tulips complimenting the night sky. The twinkling stars adding shimmer to the lake that side. Its luminescence is enigmatic. This meadow… as if had been waiting to embrace me in its bounty.  How is it that its orchids are more tempting than they have ever been anywhere else? It was too good to be true. And then I knew...the key to the gate on the other end of the meadow is with the gardener who has nurtured the tulips, orchids and lilies of this meadow. I am in fact an intruder into his domain. With how much love he had nurtured the meadow, its magnificence conveyed.  It is so peaceful here, warm and serene. I can here, again dare to dream. In my dream I opened my eyes to a trap, but I am hallucinated. The meadow is fenced with barbed wires. I knew already it’s a trap. If there is a chance to escape, it is now. The gardener will come anytime soon. If I want to live, I’ll have to wake up now. Trying later will prove fatal. But I don’t want to beg to the gardener, I do not want to beg from anyone again. I need no help this time. And I have no more energy left to run again. I've shed countless drops and now I want to sit back and relax. I just want to close my eyes and dream again. I am too tired to try to survive again. For me, death here will be beautiful. And more importantly, the meadow is calling me back...

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