My breath hangs in the night, each ragged gasp harder to draw than the last. I look back now, on it all, and wonder. What I was. What made me what I am? What drew others to me and eventually pushed them away? What was it that made me who I was, and eventually, who I became? Was it worth it, in the end?
Judge for yourselves... As I do the same now as I did every day of my life.
The images from my life flash before my eyes, like spectres on the wind... Can you see them? Do they torment you as they do me?
These spectral images haunt me even now. Even though I am now of no more substance than they. I have been reduced to dust... And mere memory.
If you dare to, follow the these ghostly images to see what I see, to know what I knew, to learn what it was that I was. |
