A Greeting

 Close your eyes and picture a place where you can go, where you can be at ease, where everything makes sense, and you can breathe free.

It starts in darkness, how all things begin.

It starts with a pleasing voice for help, until the darkness replies.

Borne out of loneliness deeper than any ocean, lost in the throes of the storming seas of life, afraid to begin, to wade through he waters where dangers reside.

This is a slip of reality, and will be quite sad to witness, pathetic perhaps even, a sad escape, seeking sanctuary, and hidden behind silly names of that Who Sits Upon The Astral Seat.

And yet, it will try to heal itself, by knowledge, by sharing, and knowing it was recorded before, live, while witnessing and feeling those things in real time.

Molded into three long stories, each more pathetic than the last, of a person fighting to live, while their mind is clearly broken, pulverized by eternal emptiness of life and cowardice.

Maybe it's not worth reading.

Maybe it's not worth sharing it.

You be the judge.

It's a self study, and it has already occurred, in lieu of therapy, to lock the mind rather than blast it open.

Forgive one for being cryptic.

This is but a greeting.

What follows... Is my heart and mind, as little impact as they have had on the world around me.

Hello, and thanks, if you're giving this a shot.