Tagged. (a story)

Tagged. (a story)

I am that, i am, walked miles in the same place, returned to the beginning several times, some say three and Others say for or even five times, does it matter now. The humans taggged me, because they are affraid of what i could do to them, as i reflect their own shadows they fight me. Those humans tagged me out of fear and i send a wave of fear in to the world whenever the tag is activated, yes i let them know, ’ whenever you violate me with your humanness i’ll send you some despair’, to help them look in to their own shadows. I have been cursed to be aware of everything humans deny with all their might, seeing all of them cloacked in their own darknesess, they eyes turn away quickly as my eyes fall on their faces, hiding their fear, walking a bit faster, it is the light, it is only the light, but it is more than light, it is another, one clothed in human skin and then all comparisons fail, they seek, they fish, they cajole to find informations, facts, anything to touch me, hurt me, some thing to catch me and everything turns inside out, the fishermen caught in their own nets, the hunters falling in their own pits. First they wanted me to be human, then they wanted me to be a sorcerer or a witch, then they wanted me to be an angel and then i had to be a healer, they always want me to be something, why should i be something, why not just do what i do, because i like it and i am good at it, but humans need their tags, need to put you in your place, their very faulty order, an order that spawns chaos, on and on the show goes, century after century, the same games, new tools, new technologies and that is all their is.

An end.