Chapter 8: Stasis

I've been fighting,
fighting for so long.

Keeping my hands and feet ground to the bone.
Just to count for something, for anything.
And still, I can't even call myself worthy.

I can't even call myself a man.

Just stay the course, and you'll find what you've been looking for all along.

Patience and impotence are battling within me, and neither can concede defeat.
All along, I've been cursing the same old entity with shameless emnity.

And I can't bring myself to face the Son and see my name carved into the halls of eternity.
I can't,
I can't.

Sleep.

I feel the frost fall, and the hum of the engines firing.
This is where I belong.

I hope I never wake up again.