Binding Honour

A surreal state of mind pulls you into the depths of your wildest dreams. Spirit like aura's that move like two beings that want to see the rest of the galaxy. Intertwined, their love is filled with false glee, and ends in turmoil, and solid greed.

What is Honour ? Is it the loyalty displayed by the wielder of the great Katana ? Or is it the Katana itself ? We for fact know that this elegant weapon is wielded by the Great Warriors of Japan, that slice through flesh like butter, and remove the sinners from this earth. But it is not about how big the stick is, it is about who swings it.

The ropes contradict their existence, they are binding. Yet, one chooses to be free, from the ropes of fate. It is not god who makes your fate, but you. You determine what you make out of yourself in this life and you choose whether to let these mere strings hold you back from true potential.

We either succumb to being puppets, tangled in strings, or hold them till we get free. No more strings.