Clinically Hostile Trial

Dear Jeras,

Thank you for harvesting peace, bringing rewards with every cycle around the sun. I know you refuse to hear me speak such solemnity, so I will testify inside these binded scriptures, until I am free again.

Within every page pertaining to the inside of our precious maple tree, I shall spell forth into a lucid path of truth someday. However, I have fallen on the plane perpendicularly to where the universe wants it's children to be. However, I still have intellectual chats and story sharing with Mother Earth. She raised me, but I deemed my choices to trial and error.

The molecules in the trials I have embellished casted in the way of my once embodied, and shape shifting particles. I was the one they were after. I was the one who was taken in. Included and hostile in their clinical trials. All of them.

Never ever did it cross my mind that I would be a victim of the pernicious pharmacopoeia and its bringer. And with every dose, I was compelled to a giving. I was fooled into giving into my conceitedness. My false perception blinded me like winter's sundown. I could not capture a single moment where I was sure I was going to lose myself.

I feared for my life. I had to make choices fast, and it was inconceivable. Jeras, you are guiding me down a red dirt road and helping me ground myself again. I do not remember how long it has been since the molecules in my heels have equally touched the dirt, and I do not remember what it feels like.

Solely Responsible for...,
Nyx