He promised if I followed all his strange cult rules my life would be amazing beyond my wildest dreams. I would know nothing but peace. I was so gullible, I bought into the hype. I so wanted to believe that his lies were not filled with deceit. I wanted to know that I had a purpose on this journey here on Earth. He told us all that we were nothing without him. I struggled until I could bear it no more. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Written for Merril’s Prosery which asks us to utilize the line “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” from the poem ‘Possibilities’ by Wisława Szymborska into a short prose piece of 144 words or less.
Also written for Di’s Three Things Challenge.