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Dec 2015
Hello dear child, what have you for me today? Is it a basket full of kittens? Or is it that smile that lasts for days? Whatever you have brought me, no matter what it is, it will never return the light that has left my body and in replace I am filled with sin. Darkness too, they’re a terrible curse, but those two things aren’t even the worst. My body hurts, it’s filled with aches and pains. I will forever remain this way until the day I say her name. Say it loud, say it proud, and say it without any shame. But whose name am I saying, whose name cursed me with these aches and these pains? To be truthful I do not know her child, accompany me will you? Join me on my journey to self-righteousness and you too will be rewarded. Onward we go, all sails set high, we sail into the sun, and we set sail into the sky. So soon into our voyage and we already stumbled upon her face. The face to end the fire, the face who possessed the name to return light into my grace. Her name was Rose, I learned this very quickly, and I shouted it into the heavens, I did this loud and swiftly. “Rose my savior, I speak thou name, return my light and put an end to the flames!” And just like that light returned to my body, the child who stood beside disappeared and this struck me as an oddity. “Where did the child go?” I asked my dear Rose, and she replied with “The child was your light, you carried it all along, and now you question where it has gone”. “For it returned to your body, that’s where it has gone, and the fires set ablaze inside you have gone as well have they not?”
“They have, they did, they no longer linger, and now I must go home so that I may too disappear like a whisper”
I traveled home and leaving Rose in the distance, this journey wasn’t long, but it will remain in existence, this journey proved worthwhile and I too disappeared without resistance.
Never believe that your light is gone, for it may have simply changed into a form unrecognizable to your eye. Always look for it in the strangest of places
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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