In clarity I have lost myself. For what have I to find in bright lights and the sickness of certainty? Only the predictability of aloneness. Not loneliness for I forsake my own company. I abandon me for I slow me down. As does every heart of every mind in my lone midst. Within lines of death lies an ego twice dead. Bitten once. Stabbed twice.
Perhaps I was lost before. But I find that finding myself was overrated. Betrayed by false promises of eternity. There seems only the truth that there will be lies. Eternity in destruction. Mindfulness in insanity.
It will perhaps soon be time to turn the tides again. The I in me must die. And I must pretend to be someone else… Until I become someone else.
For I will do so without your allowance anyway.
It is not up to me if you recall.
It’s those damn voices again.
They scream within.
They scream without.
– Sole Traveller