A white Hall in Hell

At the beginning there was only Genesis and me. I, of course, loved It and The Origin was, literally, the whole Universe. That caused me great grief, though, since I was Everything that Genesis was not, doomed to not be part of It, to be The Other, The Difference, The Opposite, The Adversary of what I loved most... I, being the Closest, was at the same time the Farthest -Lucian Shadowcaster, No Fate

Hierophantic musings.

July 26, 2008 - 6:04 p.m.

I realized. no long ago, that I tend to go on cycles/circles, and that those cycles start with a hope, turn into happiness and then I mess things up, blame myself and miserable. Also, that the self-loathing time is way longer than it should be.

And it's enough. I don't know how to do it, but I do need to control, no, channel my back again, but this time, for good.

Martyrdom is not the same as Justice. I must be fair to myself too.

 

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