99 victorious

Lorde: Green Light

She won you know.  Her and her 99 reasons emerged victorious.

The 99 reasons?  Those ones that tell you that it is all wrong.  Ghastly white arms that try to draw you back into the darkness.  He was a fool.  He held on to the one.  The one that tells you to stay.  That tells you to battle all that was for nothing more than a simple ray of light.  He held so fast.  Held quick.  The one reason that all is refused and forced him to believe in her.  In them.  In what they had... or what he thought.

It made little difference.  He would degrade himself.  He would wait until the masquerade was over. He saw her ask the others.  Her slow dance of seduction surrounding.  It would pass.  He believed so hard.  A faith so strong he thought that it could change her reality.  So blinding.  It changed his reality.  So believing.  So simple in faith.  Relying on merely the breath of a vapor of the rising smoke in a love that had been forced into submission, she inspired such flame.

She would emerge from her facade.  She had to.  So it was.  She did you know.  He had been a fool wandering, emptying, devoid of all pretense, a soft approach wanting.  He stood, and saw beyond the mutilations that she did to her body.  With each touch, each inclusion that made her approach closer to the perfect that she not only imagined, but also that was forced upon her

Then she, well, she delivered the seven words.  Her penultimate massage.  In their simplicity, spoke the truth... irregardless how brutal, had been delivered.  In eloquent simplicity she decimated anything he had written.  In searing speech she revealed her reality.  Anytime he was tempted to reflect the simple sentence would remind him of the truth.  What was her verdict?  She gave him the green light.

Not the green light to stay, but to go.  To travel far, far away.  So simple.  Yet... so necessary.  Her seven words showed that she was willing to accepted the banality of her reality.  The happiness she discovered with each false promise, the joy at being the second best.  The fulfillment she found in the hollow.  A trek that his truth could never abide.  She would remain, she would continue.  But any and how his mind, in its search for light might try to seek her out, but then he would remember her seven words.  The truth he never wanted to face would become readily apparent, she was content.  Even if it was without him... she was content.

He could reflect.  He could remember.  But what was, simply was.  She will loose herself to lesser men, expendable men, if only for the fact that they were lesser men and expendable men.  A blow is the same as a kiss... it means nothing.  A know is the same as a kiss... it means nothing... and with me... it would have meant something.  She would live forever, or die trying.

Thanks for your seven words of simplicity.

Always.