I don’t know
if this should be an outlet or a farewell letter.
For being
still alive, guardian, I honour you. I have had times where sense was nowhere
to be found. Not under any rock, not in any corner, nor any hidden place. Times
with hope as fire that burnt its last ember.
I feel the
more I understand the world, the more it seems obvious I am alone. Nothing can
ever fill the void within my heart.
I don’t
know if I can pursue this path with this feeling. Or even walk another step. How
long can I rest under the tree, pretending I am not feeling this pain? Is any
of it worth going further?
Precious
inner guardian, can you hold the despair that wants to run my hands? A drive for
destruction, can you temper?
Will I ever
connect… some faith in life?