The bitter End

This is not the end. I have forseen this day coming, in my heart, in my head, my stomach... As it hurls and looses balance, and the walls shrink around me...

Fear not my friends, for I am coming back; back to the real world, back to where this all began to start everything all over again.



This time I have learned so much, and grown faster than I have in my entire life before this. I am not the old me anymore, I have seen, heard, spoke to things more powerful than space or time in this dimension. Purpose, fills my days again.



It was not that I didn't enjoy the months past, or thought that many more could have been spent in content happiness... It was that it was simply the time for me to make what little I could of days past, and with a strong, deep breath, plummet over the edge, just to see if I would die.



And at that point, I'm not sure I cared whether I died or not, but just wanted to feel something, anything... to know that I haven't wasted away to noone, a shadow of a name that I'll wear in contempt with these people. But die, I did not. And now I climb to the top again, hand over hand, foot over foot up the mystic mountain... And when I reach the top, a man will be standing there, waiting to take my grubby little hand and pull me to safety... Or, I'll be met with lonliness, and there I shall sit and wait until someone does, finally, find me hovering there.



Rejoice; those of you that feel the bitter sweet pain of departure, feel the sarcasm crawling up your nostrils and the hairs of resentment stand up on the back of your neck... It's all a lesson, it's all apart of gods divine plan.