So I've been neglecting you lately, apparently too busy downloading albums off Rapidshare and Megaupload to write a short blog once in a while...
I'll try to write more frequently to avoid mine become another of the vast array of DEADBLOGS that pollute the internet... Anyhow, here's a short piece I wrote on life versus death.
What expression rises in being this age that one shall cease to remember yet never forget? The turgid response that comes from the most inward part of our soul that tells us, this is who I am, who I always will be, and who I alone have the power to control; and what to make of it?
A soft lullaby that rests yet on the lips of dreamers who once more forgot to fall asleep. That regrettable place that lies between day and night, light and dark, life and death; unspeakably irresistible in its morbid appeal. It is the realisation that, if all else fails, the one thing we can be sure of is this - we are all going to die.
It’s a small comfort in a world of endless and utter despair, constantly agitated and disorderly populations away from which the tide desperately tugs, to sift back out into the deep and dark ocean with its crystalline reflections of the moon… so pure.
Every step taken is one closer to true being – the ultimate promise that can never be broken by any man, woman or child, ever reliable and relentless in its macabre envisage. We all wait patiently for its hand to rest on our shoulder and tenderly press us from this realm of hollow, earthly indifference and into the blissful nothing that is eternal damnation. The black clouds that swarm and shudder with full mass ready to weep for one last farewell.
Oh how I long for that final, indulgent embrace.
P.S. after this long and lovely post, I thought I'd let you all know that it is my birthday the day after tomorrow. Hooray for being one year closer to the end of my life!
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