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As I sat down and gazed upon this empty field of nothingness, I felt a strange warmth. I can't quite describe it. But it's been calling to me ever since to follow, to listen, to let myself drift like ether into the dark. Only the rays of our great bringer of life can cast light upon that void. I long to feel that warmth again, to breathe the scent of wildflowers, to see blades of grass waltz in the wind, to hear my name being spoken by her calm, resonating voice. To look into her eyes and let every burden fall away as if she were the sworn enemy of the void itself. I keep reaching for that same feeling, the moment when flesh and spirit converge, where stars echo every wish I've ever whispered, where hope, love, and peace still wander this fractured world. They say they'd give anything for such beauty, yet so often stray from its path. For humanity is mercurial and still the most breathtaking force I’ve ever known. I never truly believed in a creator until now. Perplexed by these thoughts yet I embrace them even the broken ones. I am far from perfect. This I know. But I refuse to dwell in the realm of "what if." I move forward even as the path twists and falters and I am at peace. When my time comes to leave this world I will leave behind my spirit to guide you... forever...
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Memories of the Void
As I sat down and gazed upon this empty field of nothingness, I felt a strange warmth. I can't quite describe it. But it's been calling to me ever since to follow, to listen, to let myself drift like ether into the dark. Only the rays of our great bringer of life can cast light upon that void. I long to feel that warmth again, to breathe the scent of wildflowers, to see blades of grass waltz in the wind, to hear my name being spoken by her calm, resonating voice. To look into her eyes and let every burden fall away as if she were the sworn enemy of the void itself. I keep reaching for that same feeling, the moment when flesh and spirit converge, where stars echo every wish I've ever whispered, where hope, love, and peace still wander this fractured world. They say they'd give anything for such beauty, yet so often stray from its path. For humanity is mercurial and still the most breathtaking force I’ve ever known. I never truly believed in a creator until now. Perplexed by these thoughts yet I embrace them even the broken ones. I am far from perfect. This I know. But I refuse to dwell in the realm of "what if." I move forward even as the path twists and falters and I am at peace. When my time comes to leave this world I will leave behind my spirit to guide you... forever...
Written while waiting for the dark to answer
Kellonor
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35/M/Poland
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
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