There comes a time where, after a period of confusion and obscurity, where all the paths of life are crisscrossing and ending in a sudden black, shadow less abyss, that it seems as if (and I do so hate to be cliché) that a veil has lifted; above and from my eyes.
Now, this veil is one that can seem so transparent at times, and others so opaque, but you never really notice it’s there. Oh, sometimes you get a peak between the gap in the lace and you, for a second, acknowledge this strange article shielding your eyes, but it never becomes truly apparent why it is there.
Until, one day, by some chance it all changes. A corner gets caught on a nail, or a vicious wind of anger blows it from before your eyes. Now, while we might relish in the purity and truth of things now not hidden from our inner being, there comes attached a feeling of longing, you could say. Possibly longing over the way things use to be in your, and I admit, my naiveté. Tears could be seen making a crystalline course down reddened cheeks, but, in a way, that is cleansing; cleansing the body of the toxins of its own betrayal to your heart.
But, like I stated before, there comes a time where the veil is lifted, the truth of yourself and others is revealed and, it seems, that from that time of obscurity, comes a time of clarity. One where all your paths are zigzagging in directions you never knew before. All the possibilities of life are spread before you and their ends do not finish in a black abyss devoid of reason or life, but a fine grey mist; shrouded with mystery at the enchanting things to come.
The Veil has been lifted and, now, I see.