It’s quite the cruel world out there. Worse than having to bear sadness and regret is knowing that I have the means to impose it on others. With feelings, lack of them, whim, frailty, my ghosts, my love. Have done. May very well do in times to come. Lose honour. No one won, no one will so what really is this. An entire being made of dead blue maggots. So weak, all filth and putrid heart. I don’t want to.I don’t want this power. Take it from me. Being human, it’s a gift and it’s a curse. It’s a gifted curse.
I will love it, live it, leave it one lifetime as we are meant to.