There Are No Sacred Spaces Available

There are no sacred spaces available.  I accepted, finally.  How long have I known?  Well, it does not matter.  Is acceptance the answer? 

Do not be confused, acceptance does not mean compliance.  Noncompliance does not mean in search of revenge.  For I turn my thoughts to this place of nothing is real, there is no need for searching. 

What come will come to those who have what it is to come.  They will not be able to run from it, hide from it, for the laws in the land of nothing is real have been written long ago.

Right before my eyes the chapters  which have been written are changing, reforming, and energizing in the mist of the ever changing landscape.  Most important they are changing once again to follow the laws of the make believe.

The changes are held within, in the only sacred place left.  In my soul, spirit, and heart.  Those changes will be kept hidden for the world to never see. 

"Let her down easy". As their laughter echoed through the rifts in the echoes of time.  As winged friends remind me and take a fragment of me and take a part of me to the moment of when those words were spoken.  Once again I relive the daggers of what had been forgotten for just a moment in time.

Fragments I say, in this make believe, travel once again back in time, and then gather all of thyself and leave no fragment of mine behind.

Have you not heard?  This is my world and in my world I write the words which are written in the world of make believe.