I.
To this day and age, it never ceases to amaze me that one person can intentionally restrict another to the point where the other can not express themselves in the way they wish, down to the very books they read, the clothes they choose to wear, even topics they wish to discuss.
This kind of controlling behaviour, especially in relationships, exhibits nothing but psychological abuse. It disgusts me. Control over others is rarely (if ever) with good intention nor result, but this kind borders on abhorrent.
A new friend once entered a partnership with good intention, opening her arms and walking into the unknown with good will and challenging herself at the same time by walking so boldly. It's an admirable act for anyone in my opinion, especially when past experiences, or perhaps old habits have made the challenge difficult or daunting. Nevertheless, she accepted the challenge. She gave it her best, only to be eroded and ground like the sandstone on the Sphyinx to the point where perhaps, she barely recognised herself. Luckily, she did recognise the restriction, so sensitive is her view of the world around her, and made the decision to free herself of it. Now, she flies once more, unweighted by chains.
II.
It's funny how the universe acts. I've walked through a world punctuated with glimpses of colour, yet largely grey and lifeless for some time. The Return has been painful, but reinvention, or chiefly circumnavigation, has been increasingly fruitful. The colours in my world are slowly increasing in vibrancy. Shapes continue to take form, the disconnection lifts.
From the shallows of distant black narcissism and the strain of my limbo has risen another colour to add to the spectrum of positive direction, a reconnection. A severed bond which could not sprout, which was never allowed light in which to grow, has broken free of a bondaged miasma, forming finally as it was meant to form. It emerges almost unrecognisable. No longer governed but free, bursting for light, reborn, in some ways stronger than ever before. Another blast of light cuts into the grey world.
You know who you are. Someone out here is damn proud of you.
