Tuesday, 14 February 2012

To die..

Perchance to be reborn again
To end this hell,
This painful cycle
To rest eternal and sleep evermore

To cut the mortal coil
Which binds me to suffering
To slice the chain of torment
Of life and of living as I

The endless struggle
Forever ceased
The light at the end of the dark tunnel
The hope, the hope which my death brings

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"