Ruins of Meroe

Goodbye Teenage Years 24 June 2008

There is a sour feeling in my guts, and it eats me upwards until my throat feels raw with need and unvoiced desires.

Love is as old as Father Death and as young as the cherubs that dance on the East Gate of Eden. It is as enduring as time and as fickle as nature, and everything in between that defines what is life is nothing but a shadow of the steps of love in pursuit of its own end, with the power to inspire and in the same measure to destroy; surpassed only by death in giving meaning to our lives.

If I am not a writer, then tell me what I am. I am grateful for having the soul of an artist and the head of a gifted child. If I can craft sentences like this in a minute of inspiration, then I have done well and I am pleased, and I thank God.

I am happy with who I am. From now on, I resolve to stop trying to become average, to become a commoner; I will stand out. Trying so hard to fit in, when I was born to stand out, was the folly of my teenage life.

Now, I am born again. Old habits die hard, but habits are nothing but our creations, and what man has created, man can just as easily destroy.