Blog #9 -from myspace (12/01/2005)

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Closet Current mood: satisfied I think I've been stuck in a closet. Not in the way you normally think. I've been put in a dark closet and am wrapped in a blanket of false notions that the person owning the closet has given me. I am told by the owner that I am a precious piece of cargo, something so special it must be saved and kept safe. It also must never be shown to others, as it's so very precious. The cloak I am wearing meets all my needs and I am oblivious of the true world that is out there. Then one day, I realize there is a long chain hanging from the ceiling and as I reach to touch it, the cloak falls off and so do all my false securities that the person has given me. Before having the chance to fully understand, I grab the chain, pull, and the darkened room is now illuminated. I see that it's actually an empty, cold closet. Full of dust and memories that never truly existed. I find the doornob and emerge naked to the real world. Blinking my eyes in the bright sunlight, I see that there are other closets and that my protector, the one I so believed in, has many other precious hearts locked away, too. I realize this is all make believe and nothing I knew as truth in my world is real. Before I know what I am doing, I am opening all the closets and pushing each of these closeted souls into the light of the Universe. The sadness I see from the empty souls fuels my anger. How dare this person think they could possibly keep such precious beings all to themselves? How dare they lock us away to only give to us when it was convenient to them? How dare they choose what we believe? How dare they take away our free will. I usher the souls out into the sunlight, harsh as it may be, it's full of the truth. They will be sunburnt but by the real sun, they will be dirty but by the real earth, they will be sad but it will be their own emotions. As for the owner, I hope you wander into one of your closets in an act of desperation and the door locks behind you. One truth I promise my captor is that I will never be there to open the closet door for you.