Nagozu Aldean

I haven’t written for the longest time.

…and the cycle has once again started.

to dream up a conclusion, to foretell an ending is blasphemous.

I’ve been bombarded with questions…

to which I have no answers.

The pieces are being brought back together.

…and with it… a sharp jab of pain.

I am ready to leave everything behind me.

…and yet…

I might miss the pain.

That which fed my thoughts.

…pushed my fingers to type.

A peculiar feeling is taking the place of something that has been ancient in me.

I am afraid to breathe… lest I disturb the spirits and bring back wrath on my fate.

I am too ecstatic.

words escape me.

The weaver of words… lost. speechless. dazed. confused.

everything seems surreal.

don’t wake me up.

~ by gothaleck on December 22, 2008.