sometimes you look it in the face and stare it down.
I have seen the darkness and I have stared into the empty soul and depression that it has. I have laughed in its face and heard an evil laugh returning to me.
But I could not look at the evil without seeing in it, a piece of me. All of my failures and yet I also saw the successes behind those failures.
What do they have to do with now?
Absolutely nothing…
that I can say.
In the days before the darkest times in humanity there have been souls burdened with things that they could not explain nor say. It was their load to bear.
I’ve hidden from most and changed in ways I like, and in ways I loathe.
I look at the evil and yet in the mirror, the evil is me.
I have to face the pain and move into something great. Most of the great ones have failed. I have failed for I have not yet lived. I have worried myself sick, and done things that were to protect me, and yet I have not experience life.
I look to the shephards to my left and to my right and see the glory and pain. For me to succeed I must take a shot, a chance.
If it goes well, I’ll let you know.
If it doesn’t I will still let you know.
Before I wrote to hide my pain, but now I write for I hunger. And that hunger hasn’t been fed in a long while. I am moving away from some things and back to others.
Hopefully, I have chosen correctly.
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