When Aya calls

My feet stand wearily in puddles of denial, as I bite off the edges of the truth. Only allowing myself to see small fragments of the whole picture.
So afraid of what I may become when I'm free, that attempting to feel the present becomes a fantasy. Just like being becomes a fantasy.
I long to escape the captivity of duality and ascend back toward the light, but this vessel no longer serves either master, caught between two simple choices; Beginning to live , or beginning  to die.
My rebirth I feel is long overdue and I sit in the womb of time longing only for the purity of your love and a day where I no longer take part in acts of self gratification, which only serve to hinder my spiritual growth.
Our rendezvous has been arranged and ill be seeing your wild eyes again soon.
My soul awaits your divine intervention, itching to shed this skin it has outgrown, ready to be cloaked in new attire and be reborn as a living example of light.