Lost Soul

Purity. Purity is a lost soul in this world. She gave us beauty, and we seized it, ripped off its gossamer garment and gave it a leather crotch. While she cried, over her child naked, alone and dazzled by the lights from a thousand stages, we mocked her pain and demanded more. Beauty wasn't exciting enough anymore, and she had grown old and unmanageable.
So Purity groaned and reminded us that passion was still alive, in the dusty corners of the earth. We discovered it, remembered the sweetness it brought before it was bound and locked away, and let it out, encouraging it to grow and flourish. Passion beamed, relieved to be set free, and rode the wind of our desires, flitting here and there by our guiding hand. When storms of lust or ravenous attraction descended on passion, however, we abandoned it to the wind and let go entirely, blissful in the knowledge that if we desired something with passion, it must be allowed. And Purity watched, horrified, as we let passion be dashed by our emotions, and we spat at her if she ever objected in giving us whatever we desired.
But we still wanted something, something was missing, so Purity choked up the last of her posterity, a child with eyes clear and quiet. We took one look at innocence, saw her soul and pureness in one glance, and threw her into the Past where she belonged. We scoffed at her limited wisdom, deemed it unrealistic and ridiculous, and hoped she would grow up someday and step into the real world. We knew how vapid a life would be without disorders, frenzy, violence and hatred, so we jeered her desire for normalcy and morality into the ground. We need to accept everyone as they are, we declared. Take your self-righteousness and go torture someone else. But she didn't change, she kept waiting for us to listen. She asked us if we wanted to live the right way, we said furiously, There IS NO RIGHT WAY! and drove a stake through her, hoping she would be silenced for good.
Whispers come now and then from all of these, but we close our ears, listen to our heart. We never hear Purity, though, because she does not live in our heart. She is a lost soul in this world.