" There was a girl, who lost herself amongst society’s demands, unending frustration and dour days. By chance she had discovered salvation like no other, one that protected her and enticed her with promises of comfort. However, she had to sacrifice herself, which she did so with a smile. What others called ‘delusion’, and even ‘insanity’ was shelter and hope for her. She was in pieces, yet wholeness. She would tell others about her life, one that was flawless, envied, and woven skilfully with exotic threads, that her imagination had perfected after one too many times. So many, that she could no longer tell them apart, nor point out which was truly hers. Her soul, how it howled at her, begging the girl to listen, listen for the truth that was trampled beneath the woven tales. But in vain, so it left her, leaving her with emptiness that was soon brimming with lies’ revelry. The girl craved for more, till one day, the most exquisite fabric cloaked her. It held her broken frame together, the girl who ran from truth she believed were lies, to seek refuge in lies she believed was the truth.

She was foolish indeed. So one day, she penned her tale. One that was true. Both as a warning to others, and as a plea, that her soul might forgive her and return. "

TackleCamp is next week.