I never did overcome it.
I never did overcome it, did I?



I'm so weak.

It always keeps coming back to me.

The pain.
The doubt.
The noise.
The fear.

These things make us human, right?

No matter what I do.

Nothing is the right size.
Nothing ever fits.

I still feel empty.
And whenever I stop feeling empty.


My heart beats with pain. The pain feels prickly. It feels like thorny chains dig deeper, and deeper around my heart.


What is the point of perfection if the eyes that matter never gaze back?


It's quiet again.
I suppose that means 

...




You're already looking ahead at someone else again.

Everything feels so cold.
Everything feels so empty.

This is what pain feels like at end's reach.
This must be how death also must feel.
This is what having no hope must feel like.

The taste is so bitter.

Why was I the only one that didn't know?
Was life really this painful?
Was my love wrong?

...
...
...

This is what you meant?

You killed me, Pylae.

You never desired perfection.
You didn't want the fed lion. You didn't wish for the strong to be apart of your kingdom.
You hadn't any desire for those that made no mistakes. No inclination for those that bore no suffering.

Is that why you choose Kure over me?

Because of his flaws? His anxiety? His fears? His losses? His imperfection?
Was that why you allowed him the homage of your golden kingdom?

I kept foolishly chasing after you, yet I had forgotten the very thing you represented, and it died on the road to you.
Just like everything else died inside of me.

This was on purpose, wasn't it?

You truly broke down the temple. Sheared the sheep's wool and left it naked.
I'm dead inside, and that's what you wanted.

A cold winter-land to demonstrate your brilliance. To demonstrate your divine authority.
You only want the broken, lost, and damned.

You want the hopeless, and downtrodden.

The weak. They need you.
It's the strong that have already turned away, and reveled in their own glories.

You want the dead that lay in the ashes to be bathed in your glories. The shaved diamond that never truly had value in the first place.

You knew from the beginning that this would happen.
You sent your favorite to finish the job.

There.

You have it.

You won, Pylae.


...



I surrender.

...

...

I'm scared...

...

It's scary...

Being alone...

Losing everything...

... My little starbuds ...

The skies are reserved for you ...

The Sun and Moon will always look over you ...



...

Every flower needs its sunshine to flourish.

...

I'm ...

I'm not afraid anymore ...

Okay..?

I'm not alone anymore ...


fin.