Every now and then, you inevitably feel that burning longing to return to that kingdom; to renew your loyalty, submit to royalty. You wonder why you have never outwardly proclaimed the injustice of your exile – the inarguable, perennial banishment from the place you have come to view as your sanctuary, a place where you seek refuge from the restraining forces of the outside world.

A trifling being in a midst of a grandeurous land, within the all-encapsulating power of seeming divinity; you cannot help but feel an indomitable compulsion to capitulate to this veritable force of sanctity. Each and every aspect of this enchanting and enigmatic kingdom drew you in from the very start; it took your breath away, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. And soon you develop this ineffable need to be part of this community, a persistent yet almost wistful yearning to be accepted in these sacred halls of this nirvana.

Exile cuts like a blunt knife through butter; like a lightning bolt ripping through the sky.

You stagger out of the celestial gates with the vestiges of your shredded dignity, and the swelling sense of indignation. Practically an empty shell, you are left with next to nothing – the result of your unwavering commitment to the kingdom that hardheartedly turned its back against you, the result of your endless contribution to a seemingly bottomless chasm which never once brought you anything thing in return. Standing outside the barb-wired borders, the conspicuous flaws of the formally flawless come to light. You begin to see its inherent ugliness; its sinister creatures that lurked in its streets; its malicious motives that were constantly kept under the wraps, billowing deep under, unseen and unapparent.

True, an ethereal utopia can be transformed to the monstrous pits of Tartarus in a glance. So why does parting with such a horrid place feel so heart-wrenching? Perhaps its that elusive sense of belonging you experienced when you were once a part; one that brought you illumination and hope, and made you feel greater than anything you will ever be.

Between the loyal subject and the heartless queen, there is nothing left but the unspoken regrets of what-might-have-been.

Every now and then, you inevitably feel that burning longing to return to that kingdom; to renew your loyalty, submit to royalty. You wonder why you have never outwardly proclaimed the injustice of your exile – the inarguable, perennial banishment from the place you have come to view as your sanctuary, a place where you seek refuge from the restraining forces of the outside world.

A trifling being in a midst of a grandeurous land, within the all-encapsulating power of seeming divinity; you cannot help but feel an indomitable compulsion to capitulate to this veritable force of sanctity. Each and every aspect of this enchanting and enigmatic kingdom drew you in from the very start; it took your breath away, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. And soon you develop this ineffable need to be part of this community, a persistent yet almost wistful yearning to be accepted in these sacred halls of this nirvana.

Exile cuts like a blunt knife through butter; like a lightning bolt ripping through the sky.

You stagger out of the celestial gates with the vestiges of your shredded dignity, and the swelling sense of indignation. Practically an empty shell, you are left with next to nothing – the result of your unwavering commitment to the kingdom that hardheartedly turned its back against you, the result of your endless contribution to a seemingly bottomless chasm which never once brought you anything thing in return. Standing outside the barb-wired borders, the conspicuous flaws of the formally flawless come to light. You begin to see its inherent ugliness; its sinister creatures that lurked in its streets; its malicious motives that were constantly kept under the wraps, billowing deep under, unseen and unapparent.

True, an ethereal utopia can be transformed to the monstrous pits of Tartarus in a glance. So why does parting with such a horrid place feel so heart-wrenching? Perhaps its that elusive sense of belonging you experienced when you were once a part; one that brought you illumination and hope, and made you feel greater than anything you will ever be.

Between the loyal subject and the heartless queen, there is nothing left but the unspoken regrets of what-might-have-been.