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Hello.
I'm "blue cat."
I never knew there was
a site like this.
So you probably don't think I'm a true fan.
But, I hope I'm welcome.
From: blue cat
I am at the end of my rope, and I do not feel the extension that is the invisible rope of hope. I have not put all of my faith in god's hands, the words of man influence me and the future that I imagine is the same one that I believe is unchangeable. And without that faith what am I in his eyes?
There's one person I've shared my most troubling of temptations, and that is Dom. The things I have shared with him evince grim accents that only make the night look pale. Of those temptations are the attempts that were never finished, deeds that see a blue print laid out for completion.
If the most unforgivable of sins is to be committed there is little to keep from others as well. My aforementioned wrath, if ever to be acted upon would leave the gruesomest of marks, and all my words in regards to the witnessing of obscenities would justify every action.
If I am to spend eternity in the fires of hell, let it be, as the flames of damnation would be nothing in comparison to the forever loneliness this soul will bear. A soul shattered in countless tiny shards that if were to ever be pieced together would have stretched along it a scar so ugly that no one could ever see past its cracks. And I have a heart, a heart that grew so big that now there is a hole in it, an emptiness that has nothing inside except the pools of red that pumped throughout this body. A void so large that a man with a rod could wade through and part these waters in two. Darkness is a shroud. In this cave there is nothing to see. The light that was ever to be at the end of the tunnel has been eclipsed and all their is is pitch black. I do not fear this darkness, there is nothing left to fear, no reason to be afraid of what lies in this blindness.
And Dom asked me, what of the consequences, don't think selfishly like that because you'd be robbing so many people of something they hold dear. Am I aware of the anger, not only the pain and sadness that this could all bring? Yes, but no one understand this great sadness that reigns over me. Seriously, what is it that you want, what would make you feel whole again? I could not possibly wish for someone let alone believe if I had her back I could be whole. Frankly, I am far too fubar to ever think of such possibility. As of right now, I have no answer. As I have said in the past, I would not be robbing, simply giving back as I am nothing.
Tonight I begin writing the most important letter of my life.
I'm "blue cat."
I never knew there was
a site like this.
So you probably don't think I'm a true fan.
But, I hope I'm welcome.
From: blue cat
I am at the end of my rope, and I do not feel the extension that is the invisible rope of hope. I have not put all of my faith in god's hands, the words of man influence me and the future that I imagine is the same one that I believe is unchangeable. And without that faith what am I in his eyes?
There's one person I've shared my most troubling of temptations, and that is Dom. The things I have shared with him evince grim accents that only make the night look pale. Of those temptations are the attempts that were never finished, deeds that see a blue print laid out for completion.
If the most unforgivable of sins is to be committed there is little to keep from others as well. My aforementioned wrath, if ever to be acted upon would leave the gruesomest of marks, and all my words in regards to the witnessing of obscenities would justify every action.
If I am to spend eternity in the fires of hell, let it be, as the flames of damnation would be nothing in comparison to the forever loneliness this soul will bear. A soul shattered in countless tiny shards that if were to ever be pieced together would have stretched along it a scar so ugly that no one could ever see past its cracks. And I have a heart, a heart that grew so big that now there is a hole in it, an emptiness that has nothing inside except the pools of red that pumped throughout this body. A void so large that a man with a rod could wade through and part these waters in two. Darkness is a shroud. In this cave there is nothing to see. The light that was ever to be at the end of the tunnel has been eclipsed and all their is is pitch black. I do not fear this darkness, there is nothing left to fear, no reason to be afraid of what lies in this blindness.
And Dom asked me, what of the consequences, don't think selfishly like that because you'd be robbing so many people of something they hold dear. Am I aware of the anger, not only the pain and sadness that this could all bring? Yes, but no one understand this great sadness that reigns over me. Seriously, what is it that you want, what would make you feel whole again? I could not possibly wish for someone let alone believe if I had her back I could be whole. Frankly, I am far too fubar to ever think of such possibility. As of right now, I have no answer. As I have said in the past, I would not be robbing, simply giving back as I am nothing.
Tonight I begin writing the most important letter of my life.