From a Notebook Lost – The Same and The Other 64

by mudrhetoric

The exodus is long, but the journey short. The remnants of a dream long gone is all that remains of what I know and know not. Feelings have gone cold, now dead. Once I was alive and vibrant, now only coldness remains. I reach for a piece of my illusion but cannot grasp what I no longer remember. Serene, stillness, solace, peace. Qualities I shall never attain for the coldness is all I am. Freezing noon! Freezing noon! It shines forth to Ragnarök! The coming of the gods, the leaving of the gods! Freezing noon! Freezing noon!