The Fake

It was a complete, utterless, dark, void. An empty hole to which I found myself in. It spread like a diseased virus, it just kept going and going, changing with time. I couldnt just get out! I kept going. Kept doing.

It used to give me satisfaction. But now i know that he is right. It's just a filler. A substitute for the real thing. A fake.

But I liked it. The feeling of accomplishment and achievement. But that feeling soon disappeared. What replaced it was guilt. Crushing guilt that was soon replaced again by the fake. Frantic, I searched for something new. A new feeling. A new light to shed. Or a new darkness to spread.

I kept sprinting down a winding staircase until i reached the very bottom. I should have guessed. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was down there for me. Thats when i realized it was wrong and it was an inexcusable crime I committed many a time.

It seems unforgivable to me. But by his grace, i was set free. Free from the binding chains of my impending doom. And Thank God, I feel the freedom ringing in my ears, lighting my eyes, bouncing my step. I dont need that satisfaction anymore now that i have this new feeling. My bounds and burdens lifted. Like a balloon heading to the heavens.

I thank God that I am finally free.