finding comfort in my own words.
from the downfall of man. man is cursed for he does not know that he is.... it was foolish of him to think, because time erases the memory of his days.
i cannot hate what i love. i cannot love what i hate. it made me think for a second, what do i hate? the first thing that comes to mind: i hate this feeling.
i am transcending. all is vanity. what we consider valuable means nothing at all. memory, the most important thing i possess. without it, i cease to exist. more valuable than life itself. what is man but a memory?
trudge on. maybe it's time burn bridges once again. time to move forward, never look back. but even if i close my eyes shut, the memory keeps replaying. numbing.
it's not the pain. it's the fatigue. tired of waiting. for nothing. usually something eventually happens.