I had a seizure, and thus..inspiration has hit me.
Sep 26, 2015
I sat down in the empty grove. The ground was grey. The darkness was grey. I illuminated the soft earth. I made it that way. I was a king once. A clever angel to those nearest me and a devil to myself. I traded my desires for indulgence until all that I left was experience. I combed my memories and I found you. This world has no pleasures for me. Satisfaction and pain are irrelevant. A fleeting spectrum of repeating elements I have seen in so many bodies.
I sat in Arbinel's garden for ten thousand life times. We drank the cosmos in cups made of dreams and despair. The children smiled at me and I felt nothing. I stare out of these eyes and into yours. I exist in every moment. Before and after, there and then, here and now. I feel as this place and nothing has changed. The grove is the same. The gardens are the same. I need to close my eyes for awhile. Please do not call back for me. I don't want you to see me like this.
I used to have a daughter. Somewhere I lost her like all my children. My daughters and sons wandered the sand and dust of the grey fields. They stood upright and let change be their master until their figures faded away in the distance. I did not know what smiling meant until I walked through your minds. I realized I could not smile when I would not see my children again. Is this emptiness? I would not know. You see.. I do not learn from my mistakes.
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