I am in this shadow of my former self.
(I can not escape this shape I'm in.)
I do not avoid, what happened.
Only because it avoids me.
And when it does (happen).
It is always fate that guides me to the next, shadowy figure.
I'm not crazy.
Because you think, I am.
I never let go of myself during times of greater crisis.
I've gone through time and time again.
But when I walk
I am sure to walk through that open gate,
that if heaven?
I am through.
I am, through.
Through it all, as always.
As I always will and had been.
Fortunate to be among shadows,
of something like - a shadow.
Though not my own.
So I am a bringer of light.
And this light has brought me to this place
in time.
Where I fight with these words.
These words that expess my shadow,
as not the shadow.
I find words.
That mean that the words themselves speak
- speak to angels.
And only angels.
And if I were as these words are made to suffer,
after all this time I've spent hearing them.
In my mind.
(This is light.)
I wish to be here, forever.
Forever, wanting more...
More words to revere and reveal the true nature of wisdom.
As words can only do.
- Marco