Let Me In

Secrets , lies , deception , all but one who dared not to succumb to the so called normalities of a village built upon them . My name is unknown to me now , for time has progressed so much within the changes of seasons and truths of winds dispelling all that was once so familiar and known to me in the very village I speak of determined to reshape the very essence of my soul. Names in a fashion , are like numbers to identify us with another species , an unnatural form of communication so foreign to the souls of beings that were born from ignited energy that has been ignorantly subdued and lost to what we address ourselves as civilized human beings. Let us begin with the proper introduction of this village I speak of , in which for some time was allotted to maintain unscratched surfaces of their appearances and symbolism in which they desperately tried to maintain , until of course I came along and changed all that . You have heard the stories of ghosts and headless horsemen that were considered the foe and enemies of such legends, but you have not yet been told of ghosts and those that lurk within the shadows as being the heroes and sources of encouragement guiding those who dared to stand against the true enemies , those very people who live under a profound secret code creating a world within a world they dominate , and if you stand against them , you face an inescapable horror realizing the one person you must truly trust in the end of all such stories , is yourself and how much you are willing to endure until the very end . What price is to be paid to lose yourself completely in order to reshape your reality apart from theirs in order to just survive to the next day of their never ending ramblings of useless purgatory gauntlets so desperate to make you either go mad , or worse , a mindless vessel operated by those who claim to govern and protect you. This is no revolution I speak of , it is not a rebellion, it is a war which has been plagued since the beginning of time it's self , the war of discovering and rediscovering the bitter sweet taste of knowledge that was once spilled out so intoxicatingly , like a wave of pleasure that can not be contained by just innocent curiosity , but devoured . Who is truly to blame for such a disease , those who willingly gave it to us , or those who sought to forsake such knowledge obsessed with a driven impulse to become more powerful then the given source? When a village bases it's morals and teachings about an all loving god building temples to symbolize and shelter these notions , and goes against the very ideals they preach by isolating those deemed not fit to belong amongst them , they are creating the very monsters they teach their children to despise . When you find yourself in such a place , listen to the whispers of knowledge pleading with you to inhale the seduction of knowledge , and the voice of all voices beckoning to your very being , LET ME IN .

Chapter 1 : ESCAPE

Sometimes , waking up is never as it seems. What if when you fall asleep , you enter the chambers of death , and when you awaken it is the forth coming of alertness to hell ? At least , this is what was instilled within us all at the moment of great civilizations and when the sands of time sought to erase such knowledge , it also took the engraved memory of it with it. It was not encouraged to be rediscovered until human civilization decided things just simply no longer felt wholesome , when life had lost it's purest meaning. Forsaking this knowledge is what created our own impending tomb of endless destruction seeking only one purpose , to dominate all life and rejecting anything that displeased us. But one thing is proven most certain , a garden , the womb and creation of all life , can not be evolved without the given time and devotion which is required for a seed to be encouraged to bloom. Without such necessities , a seedling remains in unknown darkness waiting for sunlight and nutrients and guiding hands to embrace it's absolute transformation . For some of us who are called into this world , it is those very whispers of long forgotten tones and depth that reach into the very places that were not bestowed with devotion , and wield it with a force so unimaginable that it will drive us to what destination is meant to be conquered by it . Escaping is an illusion , for one place of inferior circumstances only prepares you for the final destination . The joke was placed upon us , and now we live in a world which seems to profit off of rejecting what makes us human while cursing what is alien to us . They are waiting for us to decide when we will escape the ruler of all diseases , ignorance . And until that day is decided , escaping is a designed imprisonment for us all.

Note From The Author: Thank you all so much for being with me today and I hope you enjoyed my very first published series of LET ME IN .