Wings of Liberty 5

Sometimes the urge to tear apart things makes you feel alive and liberating. Even certain moments are damn messy. The world turns upside down and people cast you away. Where acceptance is regrettable and realisation is expected. Where enduring and getting acknowledged are two different ends of the battlefield. And no matter what you do, you're bound to fall, things will fail and ultimately 'you'll fail'. All those hours of hardwork, every drop of sweat and your will to drive forward collapses.

Toselin was put behind the bars. He was left stunned and this is how the emotions surged inside him.

This is actually the unjustness of society discriminating the weak against the strong, where political science and groupism is much more appreciated than the talent, skill and the hidden potential in humans. Such unfairness is the real reason why people put up masks to hide their pain and don't let others slide through them. Maybe a spell casted on humans to run, snatch, steal, hate, kill and so many sick emotions. In reality, humans have degraded the life of pure emotional, intelligent species into flood of materialistic, power-blind mass abductors.

Amsilia and Diquent remained as speechless as before, still not able to come to terms with the reality of Toselin.

He was growing frustrated since he didn't even get the chance to put forward his side. All the evidences were pointing towards him. He raised his eyebrows in utter surprise as he cannot believe his own eyes and ears, but showed his back immediately judging the intensity of the situation. He was the perpetrator according to the cops. No matter whatever he says, it would have no effect on them.

Referring all his frustration to redirect is the end of the world and no matter whatever or whoever is planning Toselin's future plan made sure he felt "bloody hell!" This casting of thoughts by him and the abolishment of his existence by the people like Amsilia, Diquent and Krutonzed in his surroundings makes him so sick in a world wherein he lives but he doesn't live, he survives but he doesn't survive and believe me this is the phase where we all turn to every now and then. People would bang on his miserable, unconditional and unconcerned reality to make sure they stand upon this pile and shout on top of lungs, 'everyone goes through this'.

In the real world, we all need warmth of human heart and not the hatred, the need to look down and just unfairly take things from one another. We need empathy more than anything else. According to Bukowski, the thought that we all are going to die someday alone should make us love each other. But it doesn't. This is life. You love, you hate, you achieve and you die. The whole circle of enlightenment with the arrival of death. This is so cruel yet an important part of life. But the most important ingredient that we should add in this whole process to spice up the things is empathy. The power of this word will be understood by those who will exercise it. But unfortunately for Toselin, there was no one who could empathize with him.

Toselin felt there's no need of any human connection anymore, no questions and no explanations. He felt the need to be alone. He craved for peace and hence, he avoided Amsilia, Diquent and Krutonzed, who joined them a few hours later. During his time spent behind the bars, he preferred to introspect into the whole scenario.

Pictures of thousand dreams in flame,

and I can't find what set a blaze,

words and my distant dreams,

burning as I cry nothing to blame.

Is Toselin really the culprit? Or there's more to dig in this mystery?