The Third String-The Lustful

Week 13

For six weeks now I was suspended in the dark by ropes that belonged to an unforgiving and ruthless puppeteer. Thus far, I had only freed my Self of one of the ropes which bound me to my slavery. I was extremely focused on the other eight not being too far behind to finally let me free to begin living my LIFE. I began to hear slight squeaks and clicks from the emptiness in front of me. The flapping of wings? I was cold. The darkness and the depths that I found my Self in smelled like a musty and moldy concrete basement. There were whiffs of any number of assortments of…