I stared into the abyss. I fell into the abyss. I became one with the abyss. The darkness that overtook my eyes has now seemed into the impossible depths of my mind, of my very being. The weariness that overcomes me is only more vital energy for the beast that lingers eternally within. I am trapped. What was once my pure, immortal soul has now been shattered, permanently fragmented by my undesirable choices. No matter what the afterlife holds, no matter what reincarnation does for me, no matter how many versions of my human body seep into the earth and become one with all of the world, I know that there will be a part of my soul forever locked in this redeemless purgatory of baked goods and the forever judgemental eyes of elders. There is no meaning. There is no rhyme or reason. There is no real definition of what it is to live. It is all theoretical. The only truth is the truth in action. The only truth is the result of action and speculation of theory that is almost always false. Falsehood is the only possible truth. The only possible way of life. I stared into the abyss. And the abyss stared back.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 06:29:53 +0000
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