AboutI've had much time to think... to ponder... to dream... and I have. Still, I have scratched nothing, not a dent, not a smidgen of uplifting truth. The Nightmares come and go, the dreams, the reality... it all fades with the ever forward motion of time.
To what extent are we who we are?
The knowledge of the ages is so far from out grasp, but we can still taste it's sweet splendor...
Our times are changing... for the better, we hope.
Our times are warped... and grow stranger by the day.
What is truth... but the ultimatum of perception.
The non existent reality.
The dream, the voice, the godforsaken and godblessed sight of out follies and climax of our goals.
I fear at the end of my life, The regret will wallow up, the pain, the torture, the anger and hate, the lost time, the happiness, the sweet nostalgia, the good times, ALL of it will come back, and I will realize that It will never come again. At that moment in all out lives we will be weak, and utter a shameful
"I don't want to die."
Fear is nothing.
Live life so at the end, when Azrael takes your hand into eternity, his great black wings looming over your very soul like a shadow, whispering, "Come, if you are Coming..."
Live life so at the end, when his scythe comes to harvest the souls of men, women, of children and elderly...
Live your life, so when the Ravens come to fly you away...
You will look to him, smiling, like a long lost friend...
"I am ready to die."
Live your life...
...Or do not live at all...