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There was never much hope. Just a fool's hope. ~Gandalf I'm not going to lie to you I don't have a plan for this blog, but a purpose does seem to be slowly emerging. I'll give my thoughts on this and that: maybe politics, a little religion, and talk about cultural touchstones that are important to me. Overall though I am going to be as personal as I feel comfortable sharing with the internet. This is going to result in some raw ideas coming up that may need to be cooked for longer, but I am not trying to write a perfect tome at the moment. Okay, listen up. Umm...You're a bunch of dirty misfits. But you're all that's left, so you'll have to do. ~Cayde-6 Writing is my passion and working on this blog has become a therapeutic source to me. I owe a lot to everyone who has read this blog; I don't know what interest first brought you here, however, I thank you for the time. Do or do not. There is no try. ~Yoda |
| My Duty I have had a couple of hours to calm down, but this will still be a rather raw blog entry. Sorry I wasn't able to get it to at least a medium. My sense of responsibility is all out of whack; I am supposed to be everything and am nothing at the same time. Truthfully, I'm beyond my breaking point and am just clinging to the debris, waiting for a light on the horizon. It is dark enough that I can't see what the purpose is in all of this. I am stepping with the little light I have at my feet and believing that there will be more pathway to step on as I move forward. I just pray I am moving forward. My only clear duty is to step and speak, and I don't know how to speak. I only write for myself, the void, and a record of the past. Honestly, if it weren't for this daily blogging I am doing this month, I wouldn't post this, but I can't think of anything else to type. To Go Back I am glad to at least be listening to my favourite band, Red. Listening to one of their older albums takes me back to simpler times, times I ironically wished for better times to be in. I miss the simplicity of those days. I want just a single day I can take guilt-free with the world shut out and a pen dancing across the paper of my notebook. I miss thumbing through the blank pages just to see how much room I had to lay out my ideas in all their intricate details. Memento Mori,  KS  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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