Writings

Writings
Lost Passages

As much as I wish I could feel the way I used to feel, I
know I can not. Perspective is lost and time is just a
waste for me. It’s like a window has closed in my mind
and there is no possibility of reopening it. However I try
to retrieve the feelings, the emotions, the joy, the
knowledge, the more I know I am lost. I am lost to the
world I knew so well, I am not welcome in the world I
want, and the other world calls to me. One could call it a
tragic play or a story that does not end well. I call it
losing my mind.

I am lost in the below, and the more I try to escape, the
more I know I can not fight the things that must happen.
The more I dwell on these things, the more real they
become. I must open my eyes! I need to see! Alas. I am
blind as ever.

Only I can change things. Only I can change me. Only I
can do what needs to be done.

(Passage from "The Below" - Not to be copied without
permission)