You know nothing.

Happy new year! This piece was inspired by one of my favorite songs but specifically these lyrics:

“I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me
Now I find that when I look down
Every page is empty

There is nothing to describe
Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky
I pray the trees will get their leaves soon”

You can listen to the song here

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How heart-wrenching yet strangely consoling it is to realize that everything you believed to be true was, in fact, a deception. A lifetime dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, attending lectures at the forefront, devouring every book within reach; you were praised for your intelligence, and you moved through life with unwavering confidence, convinced that you had it all figured out. You built contingency plans, reassured yourself that if Plan A failed, there was always Plan B, or even Plan D. The narrative you had woven for yourself assured a sense of security.

Until...

It's 2 am, the world enveloped in silence, but your thoughts are far from quiet. Tears start flowing uncontrollably as you grapple with a torrent of emotions. You attempt to find solace in sleep, hoping that this nightmare will dissipate, or perhaps a more favorable dream will replace it.

Repeat...

Trapped in a dimly lit room, desperately holding onto the faint glimmer of light, searching for hope. Your own shadow becomes a constant companion; it disappears in darkness but resurfaces in the light. You loathe the darkness, yet paradoxically find comfort in its embrace. The shadows provide a shield, a sanctuary where you can remain hidden, protected from prying eyes.

Craving the embrace of home, the steady rhythm of laughter, the endearing whispers of a familiar face calling you "darling," and the sanctuary of safety, you find solace in daydreams of a life where promises manifest and love carries a sacredness even Hozier would envy. Amidst these aspirations, there's a singular desire—an envisioned plan seeking reassurance.

Hope.

You transcend the role of a mere pawn in life's intricate chessboard; you stand as the king, and everyone's singular purpose is to safeguard and preserve you. At peace with the uncertainty of your every move, you willingly surrender control, confident in the understanding that you are cocooned in protection. With closed eyes, sheets neatly tucked, and hands intertwined, you bask in a profound sense of freedom accepting the fact that you know nothing at all.