I’m just rambling right now… sleep decided she was gonna be late, but forgot to send the memo. So…don’t pay me any mind…
Why I do the things I do, may never be understood.
I do not require your forgiveness. Because, for you to forgive, you would have to understand me first.
And that I cannot permit. To let you into the sanctums of my soul, to give you a glimpse at what I feel, would be my undoing.
Would be our undoing precisely. & I shall not be undone. I have gone too far now.
I have laid my hand on the plow now, I will not turn back.
And in your mind you may forge all possible kinds of attack.
You may console yourself, saying all the things that I lack.
My unwillingness to try, is fostered by my unwillingness to cry.
To see my soul blown to every corner of the globe, I will no longer condone.
So I will do what I must. I don’t expect your forgiveness.
Maybe one day, you’ll understand. Maybe. But I won’t hold my breath.
I will accept the weight of my actions, until the final time of my death.
There is nothing more to say…
This is the end.