Friday, May 3, 2013

The price of quickening.

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Each time I stumble out of the grave I bring bits of the tomb with me.  Life is a costly affair as is.  But when you are cheating death to consume it the price is fierce.  More one who knows more from whence he returns than to where he is going, the travel is additionally taxing.  Reborn a stranger in a strange land, a land of limits, peril, flesh.  Friend, foe, family... they live mostly on the shadowy side of the curtain.  And yet it isn't my time save for a few moments in weakness.  I'm not even sure which to really call home.  How many times have I fallen into the darkest of the ethereal?  All I know is, splitting the times I have fallen and the times I have risen provides an even number, if a large one. 

Ah, but... the sensations need to be handled.  This time they are rather mild.  Just a few notions need to be mastered.  Putting them here releases them, allows me to... confront them on my terms, as I may.

The artifacts of time and being a ghost in some ways.  Is it the living or the dead that haunt me?  Or, am I the spook?  If so, to which do I cause concern? 


The walk through the dark of life that lead to spiritual angst, or came from it?  I have the answers, but the scars from the search as well.  At least the costs were well worth the value, and then some.


The pains of life, and death.  Considerations about the future.  Not so darkly as you may see it.  Remember, I really am a Doom.  I know what is out there.  There are... worse things out there.  I was one of them.  Pain is something transient, death a gift at this point in reality, and a phase to those with the eyes to see and the ears to hear.  To some I may still be the last thing they ever wish to find.  Search carefully.  Life and light cost life and darkness, a price many would rather not pay.  A price I cannot forgive.  The choice is always yours if I might suggest seeing truly will leave little in the way of choice.  If you look too closely you may see your way to that. Always your choice, unless you leave me no choice.


Good night.  Sleep well.

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