Amidst the rubble left after the destruction of myself, I've found bits of what I once knew as "me". But do tell me how you can destroy self, when there is no self there to destroy? Statements equivalent to lack of faith in humanity are to be reiterated until they no longer have meaning. How I wish to erase my memory. Better yet, erase my actions. To take the blame for something that isn't your fault. Tears stream down my face yet the words finding their way to my lips express something different. Though my eyes express everything, my mind can't process any of it. Empathy is a dagger, stabbing away at the walls built on the foundation of imagination. To know nothing and feel nothing. The numbness is horrible. The knowledge of the pain that will follow is worse.
I wave good day to two thousand & nine and I try to wave farewell to two thousand & eight. But as I turn around to say goodbye, I find I've yet to turn back around...
If only I could tell you.
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We hold a new position. We hold a different light, as we walk back into our shed skin, ablaze with a new self. Remember these things as you walk into numbness, and knowledge. Both are as interchangable as joy and sorrow.
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