The Temple - Short Story

One person a long time ago said to me…

“the spirit is the soul of the body you chose how to work with it”

In the temple where people looked at us like gods the words stuck in our mouths, freedom was all we spoke about but was it true? Humans were the devil of this world and the only power they knew was the power they got from bad actions, little by little, their souls got dark and the war was the relief of the celestial body suffering their own hell inside, good fighting evil but evil winning every time over true or love. We shut our mouths, waiting for the end if there was one, the temple protected lost souls. But we gods were lost too.

Morning touching our skin but we weren’t there. Our bodies were blue and white and our people looked at us like we were crazy and maybe we were but we shut our eyes in prayer without moving our bodies. We stood there hoping freedom would be an option but this prison was forever.

We drank in the cold temple, we drank hot tea and we ate goods in honor of the real gods but it was nothing if we didn't get what others hated about their life's actions, the power of losing their minds, doing wrong to learn good, youth, someone to belong to. We feel insane. We waited way too long and people change, they have different faces and we are the ones to blame. We are in their heads and we keep forgetting.

Freedom was all we wanted but we were captives of our destiny or maybe destiny was our prisoner no one dare to question others we just sat on the floor and listen to our people complain and we wrote books about what they had to do to be happy but hypocritical was a nice way to describe us because we wrote lies, what we knew about happiness if we never were? infinity is too much power for our soul and we broke our backs trying to find a promise we weren’t sure we could keep.

We screamed all night “I don't want to be you anymore” losing our pride with every tear we couldn’t drop our mind wasn’t made to break because we were perfect or the illusion of perfection. We were fighting for our freedom, fighting air nonsense to others.

While the moon keepers said to us the spirit is free even when it feels like a hundred men on top of us.

We make our own decisions but we are tired of being alone sitting in silence decorating books being the slaves of the truest quest of all humanity “redemption”

We didn’t want to be fighters. We were born weak but it didn’t matter if we had a home we could go back to. But we didn’t so we lied and now we are trapped in time living like gods, daydreaming of the past we never had the chance to choose.

Most people are blind we are too like humanity we want more but we were made perfect, we have been quiet for so long and now we won’t leave the temple even our soul is here destiny is our death freedom is you but we are not here our body is frozen in time and all we do is wait, wait for someone to love the air the nonsense the spirit left of the person we never had the chance to be.

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