Sunday in October
I would not say that in today's deep plots of high emotion, pure madness, and purposeful hedonism lay any reminders of reason.
In my naked offerings of heartfelt confusion, I became utterly alone for the first time in my life.
I do not think I will ever fully understand what this day has meant to my corporeal condition.
A condition so devoid of normality and peace.
My mind has not the ability to forget or forgive.
The monster has grown mature.
On my tongue, its will obeyed, lives this creature beyond toleration.
My corrupt challenge to old friends will prove to be, assuredly, the first mark against my reputation.
There is no turning back from the violent torments of this sunday's adventure into self-parody.
I knowingly frightened loyalty and turned a blind eye to civility.
For these things, and for much else, may God forgive me.
In my naked offerings of heartfelt confusion, I became utterly alone for the first time in my life.
I do not think I will ever fully understand what this day has meant to my corporeal condition.
A condition so devoid of normality and peace.
My mind has not the ability to forget or forgive.
The monster has grown mature.
On my tongue, its will obeyed, lives this creature beyond toleration.
My corrupt challenge to old friends will prove to be, assuredly, the first mark against my reputation.
There is no turning back from the violent torments of this sunday's adventure into self-parody.
I knowingly frightened loyalty and turned a blind eye to civility.
For these things, and for much else, may God forgive me.