On Secrets

In order to be authentic, one cannot be caged, nothing can be demanded of you. You can try many ways of extracting truth, thus raping the individual.

I am a creature of contradictions, I cannot be trusted with a fixed state of mind, I live on planet Earth and I adapt.

I so desperately wished for attachment, for what I thought was romance. I yearned for love. This ivory tower fell down. I was deluded.

I am not who you left crushed in the Atacama desert. I have secrets now that I am not willing to disclose.

If I am to be truthful to myself I cannot be truthful to you.

I reject your efforts, I reject your promises, I reject your love.

You desecrated the temple and are yourself a false prophet.

You are holding a book which you did not write, but that you believe in.

We are not open for business.

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