If this is the end I've been dreading for the past couple of months, they are all coming to me rather harshly. But I deserve this, perhaps so. I shall not cover my eyes and pretend to see and hear nothing.
From this time on, Christmas died. And I say this with sobs in between. I won't apologize for my weakness now. Being strong didn't get me anywhere. Or maybe it did. To HELL.
I am not pessimistic either. Things are what they appear to be. Right now.
I don't believe in goodbyes. True enough, they really hurt. Especially the ones that you didn't see coming. But goodbye isn't the end. It is the start.
In this large space continuum, I am but one tiny dust ONLY. I don't matter.
The God I usually depend on disowned me. I am on my own.
The safest form I can take now is that of a SHADOW.
Night comes. Light will come knocking few hours from now. Again, NO more Christmas.