Why I considered forgiveness a sin. I realized that I hurt like the lesser mortals whose queries I used to solve and whose thoughts I used to touch. I realized I bled, I realized I felt, I realized that ultimately this was all about me, me and me, and no one else.
Once more with feeling.
Again here it is, and I stand here. A writer creates out of misery, I created out of boredom, sadness, grief and often enough, wonder. I somehow have lost that sense of enchantment. Maybe time has eroded those wide eyed daze from my eyes and left me blinking in the light... light which is perhaps too harsh for me to handle, and so I leave for the dark.
The forest and the glades and the seas of my memories beckon me. I often think of losing myself there. I remember seeing a lot of those people I love, loved, miss, missed, need, needed in them, and I know, they are all mine to keep. Those little memories and patches of glory are mine, all mine, and no, I will not share.
It is with this spirit I wish myself adieu for now. It is time for me. A lot of times I have realized that the concept of death is both physical as well as mental. However, death to me is revival and renewal, and yes, once again, I am renewed. The mortal me is dead once again and risen from its own ashes, unforgettable and often quirky, with a new face to hide behind, and a new challenger who would try to take it down.
Dare I disturb the universe? I dare?
In the lands of my dreams, and the forests of my wanting, dare is all I have left of this game, and so I shall be.
Once more with feeling.
Again here it is, and I stand here. A writer creates out of misery, I created out of boredom, sadness, grief and often enough, wonder. I somehow have lost that sense of enchantment. Maybe time has eroded those wide eyed daze from my eyes and left me blinking in the light... light which is perhaps too harsh for me to handle, and so I leave for the dark.
The forest and the glades and the seas of my memories beckon me. I often think of losing myself there. I remember seeing a lot of those people I love, loved, miss, missed, need, needed in them, and I know, they are all mine to keep. Those little memories and patches of glory are mine, all mine, and no, I will not share.
It is with this spirit I wish myself adieu for now. It is time for me. A lot of times I have realized that the concept of death is both physical as well as mental. However, death to me is revival and renewal, and yes, once again, I am renewed. The mortal me is dead once again and risen from its own ashes, unforgettable and often quirky, with a new face to hide behind, and a new challenger who would try to take it down.
Dare I disturb the universe? I dare?
In the lands of my dreams, and the forests of my wanting, dare is all I have left of this game, and so I shall be.
