the oblivion past the white light

[memoirsofmadman]

The light is blinding here, so pure, so clear. The pain of seclusion is abandoning me, I feel it leaving through every pore. I've felt this before, I felt it when I was alone once before, in oblivion, my sad place, the place I go to when I was abandoned and left to rot and die. Ive felt this comfort in the silence, I've felt the peace in my solitude. It's here, in this place in oblivion, my own corner, my own space, my own life. And as I sit here glaring at the light, looking at the path that guides me out, I find that my peace and my solitude comfort me. I feel that I may regain my sense of self, like I do when I leave this place, as I leave this place. I feel that I might succeed in this trip, that I might achieve my goals, that I might make my mark and become the man I want to be. I find that I will become a secure individual with my moralistic views reinstated and I might find that I have never lost them, only gone on vacation. maybe this is what it is to be alone, maybe this is why Iam left alone. To regain myself, and find myself again, when I'm here in this sad existence of a hallow shell, when I'm no longer who I once was, I must find that i need to grow and become a greater me, a person worth his weight in gold, that is what I'm going to try and be. My true self, a person who knows who he is, a person that knows his own means.

-The mad man