Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.
With my own eyes I saw a sight so horrid I wished it to be an agonizing nightmare.
If only there would be such luxuries as to wake in a cold sweat and strive through a sleepless night or ten.
It was by your act which I came to be.
Suspended in an abyss, separate from a world beyond, yet part of it in turn.
Of birds and worms.
You know my boy, a worm’s life is filled with terrors. Avoiding the light which will dry it out and make it visible to all things that would eat it, living in the moist shadows underground, still fearful of moles and the like.
The sea of life.
There is a fine and delicate line one walks in pursuit of peace or silence. Those who confuse the two shall often find little peace, and only momentary silence.