I don’t know where I’m going to go. I don’t know anything about my future. I do know what I want. At the moment, that is all I can hold on to. At the moment, that is all I have.One day I’ll smile at the memory. Right now, all I can do is take a deep breath in.
I’ll gladly waste my wick and wit on words. Words might not cure cancer, but they can help you cope and find solace in pain and loss. Words can’t get you out of jail but they can occupy your mind while you’re there. Words wouldn't kill you, but they can make you mourn. Words may not convince you but they can make you believe there’s something worth believing in again. Words won’t make you fly, but they’ll make you feel. And you’ll worry not about who I am, it's about forgetfulness or Oblivion. It is like when you slip into unconsciousness, into a state of oblivion, and are completely unaware of all that is. When you are forgotten, and fade into nothing, into oblivion.I am struck by how beautiful it is. For some reason it reminds me of the dark, empty reaches of outer space. Perhaps because there there is nothing, and all is forgotten. Oblivion is to disappear and be forgotten. And in the end, all is forgotten. Eventually all that is returns to a state of oblivion. I just think its such a beautiful, tragically beautiful and deep extraordinary word!
