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waterworks
in the luminous darkness
- Jan 31, 2024
- 104
I feel like I should have more to say than I do. I wish I had gotten the chance to make friends here but oh well I suppose. I took a 4 hr trip, far from home. I'm in a motel somewhere... scenic I guess. It's late afternoon and I will taking a trip to the nearby beach in the evening.
It's a place I came to years ago, when I challenged myself to fight to live. Now here I return, alone, and on death's door. It feels, almost poetic... I love poetry... but no one will remember what I wrote. I'll be forgotten... but that's not really what scares me. Is there something I'm going to? Some divine judgement and unspeakable torment. Even now I'm trembling. But I've been afraid so long, about so many things, that I will just close my eyes and dive into the unknown.
This is not my last goodbye I hope. I will write again when I am setup tonight. It's odd being alone like this, not that my life was full of connection, but somehow "I never thought I'd die alone"... a lyric from Adam's Song, that fascinated me and now will become my own story in a way.
What was my life? I'm 26 and I'll never know. Everything I've ever known is now meaningless, because it cannot save me. Whether paradise, hell or oblivion... all the time I spent seeking the purpose of this life, the nature of existence... to be someone I'm proud of, will amount to nothing.
What a fool I've been
It's a place I came to years ago, when I challenged myself to fight to live. Now here I return, alone, and on death's door. It feels, almost poetic... I love poetry... but no one will remember what I wrote. I'll be forgotten... but that's not really what scares me. Is there something I'm going to? Some divine judgement and unspeakable torment. Even now I'm trembling. But I've been afraid so long, about so many things, that I will just close my eyes and dive into the unknown.
This is not my last goodbye I hope. I will write again when I am setup tonight. It's odd being alone like this, not that my life was full of connection, but somehow "I never thought I'd die alone"... a lyric from Adam's Song, that fascinated me and now will become my own story in a way.
What was my life? I'm 26 and I'll never know. Everything I've ever known is now meaningless, because it cannot save me. Whether paradise, hell or oblivion... all the time I spent seeking the purpose of this life, the nature of existence... to be someone I'm proud of, will amount to nothing.
What a fool I've been