Winter fades away. The little death has come and gone. Transition comes at last. The crushing weight of despair lifts ever so gently and caresses the bruised and battered visage of my existence. A small shudder echoes down my spine as the lover's touch disfigures my psyche one last time. The teardrops have dried from the shattered dreams of Autumn. All that remains is a salty residue on the carcasses of my murdered dreams. Agony has nothing more to offer. All of winter's suffering has been absorbed. The horrors of unrestrained soul-torture have been relegated to a bourgeois acceptance of pedestrian discomfort. Darkness has been embraced. No longer feared, no longer shunned. I have become one with the darkness. It is terrified of me. As someone once said, "We have met the enemy, and he is us." I have mourned the death of my dreams. I have swept up the shards of my shattered hopes. My sentience remains intact. As the buds of spring hold the promise of new life, so also does my continued existence. I have ingested the toxin of bitterness injected into my soul, and transmuted it into grim determination. Nothing remains now, but to see what happens next. Spring in my life.

Annons

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October 2008