But a grain of sand....
...To break from the path which once I so purposefully tread, to begin life anew and yet utililize still the same tired tools granted me by fate; Goals which a short time ago had only been set and now have seen their requirements satisfied tenfold....No longer do I tread a path, nor is there a path to tread for that matter; The ideal at the very core of the journey has been elaborated upon by none other than the goal herself, the one to whom my person and mind belong...She encompasses the logic, reasoning, principles, and purpose which comprise the motivation behind such travels as I have undertaken in the past.
Nothing and no one before have ever rendered so dramatic an alteration upon my being as she...the time for such alterations has passed with the gradual merging of personas, however, as the final and most expansive void which prevented the completion of my psyche has been permanently occupied.
It is with love in my heart and a tear in my eye that I bid my old companions farewell: These beautiful vistas which have so entranced me for so long - verdant forests of seemingly inifinite dimensions, crystal waters lapping up against shores of sand so fine as to themselves feel fluid when walked upon, endless plains covered in the purest white imaginable, viewed from mountains which scrape the heavens, heavens whose vastness and beauty are so incomprehensible and yet so ever-present...the moon and her cold yet brilliant beauty, the sun and his garish radiance, their children, shimmering softly and lulling me sweetly to sleep with their silent music....The combination of all their beauties would equal less than a grain of sand amongst the infinite beach which is hers.
Nothing and no one before have ever rendered so dramatic an alteration upon my being as she...the time for such alterations has passed with the gradual merging of personas, however, as the final and most expansive void which prevented the completion of my psyche has been permanently occupied.
It is with love in my heart and a tear in my eye that I bid my old companions farewell: These beautiful vistas which have so entranced me for so long - verdant forests of seemingly inifinite dimensions, crystal waters lapping up against shores of sand so fine as to themselves feel fluid when walked upon, endless plains covered in the purest white imaginable, viewed from mountains which scrape the heavens, heavens whose vastness and beauty are so incomprehensible and yet so ever-present...the moon and her cold yet brilliant beauty, the sun and his garish radiance, their children, shimmering softly and lulling me sweetly to sleep with their silent music....The combination of all their beauties would equal less than a grain of sand amongst the infinite beach which is hers.