chiaThePet -> RE: What is your 'Reality' (7/20/2008 11:25:41 AM)
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I live in a box at the bottom of the basement stairs, small, but comfortable enough. They began requiring me to reside there many years ago after "the incident". I am forbidden to speak of such, as it causes painful memories for all involved. It is replete in understanding and obedience, to the cause and effect of weakness. I am given "free" time sporadically throughout the days and nights of my existence, much cherished and greatfully Thankful to Them for such. During this time, my chores and requirements must first be completed to Their ultimate satisfaction, swift punishment the reward for sloth or failure. Here, I am allowed to hose down my box, and the rusty soup can which serves as my toilet. I am grateful to have it, existing in my own urine and feces would surely make slumber unbearable. There is no lock, it is understood that this is my place, and when tasks are complete, no word need be uttered, no pointed finger need command me back. There among the shadows I dwell. It is comfort, it is rest, it is sanctuary. I await feeding here, lizards, roaches, spiders, those whom found misfortune to cross the path of Their quick boot or licking whip. Delicacies to the moaning hunger pangs of midnites fury, sustenance gifted of the Gods above me. I am allowed here, with supervision, firm instruction and understanding of the allowances which patience and purpose shall afford me. Here, They find I offer entertainment of Their senses, the gutteral growls of laughter rolling as thunder all about my quivering body. Here, I dance among the whispers of those whom might share even a sliver of the reality which is my fantasy. They speak the knowledge that I hide my fears and pain in the echoing cackles of those whose own misfortunes grasp crumbling edges of their counterfeit sanity. It is They whom raise the Sun, it is They whom offer breathe, it is They as it is. Castles crumble, advice is given only if it is taken, regardless of the messenger. This reality is mine, whether encompassed in dreams or the darkness of a box. chia* (the pet) edited for grammatical error, They were kind of such, the bone will fuse in time.
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