A LIFE OF LIES

Was it fun being born?


Oh, so you ask. Well do you know how I was born? I was born out of an egg. I was inprisoned for 15 months before I had a chance to see outside of my eggwalls.
You see, after a long and hard struggle against faith, faith finally gave in and brought to me a boy, who had recently run away from home. He later told me that he'd climbed up the same tree on which I was stationed and that he by coincidence had found me. All I knew when I heard that unfamiliar voice right next to me was that who ever this was, he was a schizofrenic. I'd been placed on the thickest branch on the thickest part of the stemme, so I was lucky I guess, although I wasnt that big if you were to compare my egg to the world at large. He sat next to what I had believed for 15 months was the only thing existing, my relm, my prisonwalls, my everything, an egg. For a fact, being king of your own kingdom makes you full of self obsorbing and bitterness. I wanted an answer to what this voice came from, and so I shrieked with my very special voice: "WHO'R U!!". Minutes of silence followed. My pre-life looked like this. After a while of having only myself to talk with, I began to develope different characteristics which I had grown found of. This was something that came natural for me. So he and I were kind of alike. During these silent minutes, I was fire and war, talking aggressivly with my own selves. This was the first time a character I myself hadn't developed, adressed me, and I was scared for the first time in my life. And as you know, with fear, comes anger.

The unfamiliar voice spoke, and this time with intelligence! This ofcourse alluded me.
"- Creatures of the sea think of what we know as being the surface of the water, where water stops existing and air takes its' place, as being 'Space', the mythical and unknown. For creatures living above their space is the same thing which exists outside of the ozon layer, the nothingness that space is, this something that exists but has no end"
This time, there were no afterthoughts. I understood half of what he said. I was not convinced and not at all ready to believe in whatever I'd just heard.
Yet again, I shrieked: "- God? Is that you?".
Since I was very unhappy with what he'd given me thus far, I figured I wanted a word or two with him. "- No I am not God..", he told me. He told me that he was made from flesh and blood, that he was gonna take me to what I believed was his creator. Now, what was this! I felt in awe, of this gesture which was not thought of by me for once, and of this generosity which had never accured to me being something you could actually feel.

I was concieved in a "hospital" by a creature holding what I've later been described as being a "spoon". I jumped outta there with my muscles I'd been developing by stretching for 15 months while talking to my possé. I ran in circles upside down, round and round until a creature with a very redpainted talkhole crossed my path and made me bounce into her very large and soft crash-balls. With a very high pitch she screamed and it almost cost me my hearing. She stared at me. too afraid to move even the slightest of an inch. My argumentative people inside started blabbering again, and we had a very fiery discussion about everything we could see right there and then. I had my eyes on her, cold, angry and with a little bit of a twitch, as we stood for a minute in outside the head-silence. Eventually my people calmed down for a bit and I pointed with a finger towards her head, her brain, as if hearing what she was thinking.
" YOU ARE LYING."






The End.