A Very Bad Idea
Broken
Two have seen those moments.
The moment when clarity washes through me, a wave crashing through every cell.
A clarity so pure it aches. I cannot describe, a complete freedom. I am not me, and I am completely me. I am fully alive. I am a sanity so pure it's insanity, a moebius strip of reality. I feel each synapse as it fires. Time and energy moving in random directions with a singular purpose. I am every blood cell coursing through my body. I am your blood as it courses over me.
Two have seen it.
One, wise and grizzled, sent me away. To a jungle. Home. To break me, rebuild me. You cannot break what is already broken. They shaped what I always was. A blade sharpened. An arrow trued. Purpose refined. What I was created for.
Two have seen it.
One sent me away.
One asked me to stay.