The Virtual Illusionist

"You are my best friend", he said. And fought every time there was a slight hint I'd not acted like one. If I forgot to mention that cute guy, or the happy moment or that tragedy of a day, hurt trickled in his words and reached my heart. Was it a dream or did I read more than was meant in those lines.

He fell into an abyss with a childish abandon pulling me likewise. Years later he looked down and realised the abyss was without any bottom in sight (Doh! That is what abyss's are). Suddenly he decides he'd grow wings so he was strong and could whimsically fly away whenever he wants. Little did he warn me I may need to fly too.

"I couldn't bear to hurt you", he said. How naive it was him saying that. He did exactly the things that would lead to that. Strong as he was ready with his wings fluttering, he delayed me learning to fly so that he wouldn't end up suffering. Strong but not ready to suffer! (And they still argue men are stronger...)

Finally it dawned upon, his strength was so spent on making himself strong, none was left to do right any wrong. Neither to teach me to fly nor to pull me along. Even the strongest falter when it really matters. The bethroned crown that I placed on his head came tumbling down lost in space.

And I remained back to do what I did best. As usual I opened my eyes quite late. Adjusted to the darkness and pondered my options. Hidden from the world nobody knew my plight. I scrambled along on an endless journey, back to the world of living. Months it took and progress was slow, I hated the fact that I pressed such hope when the wise world had long whispered expect none.

Out of the shadows the learning dawned on me. I could hear all the warnings I'd been warned with. Never go by words, unsupported by actions. Never be tranced by a seemingly tuned melody. Never go blind in front of a shimmering piercing light. Truth, bitter or otherwise will dawn when it subsides. Painful it might be, but still better than crawling of out an abyss and realising it.