This may be the last thing that I write for long.

I've been doing some thinking.....


I'm done with this blog.

I can take it no farther.  It seems like a never-ending cycle as I post on here.  And I think it will be good for be to let it go. 


With that being said --

My lovely followers -- I appreciate you sharing in this journey with me.  I don't think I could have progressed as well without you.  One love.


Now I must say "see ya later man".



It's not a matter of holding on to the past because it makes you comfortable.  It's a matter of holding onto the good times, so that they may lift you to your next adventure.


One love. One heart. One family.

-R.

What have I become, my dearest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end.

I've been in the dark.  The light has finally been extinguished. Not even a speck of dust remains of the life that I had known. I used to be happy once.  I used to smile.  Now my heart permanently frowns as it carries the worries and the shames and the guilts and the pains.  The smiles that come aren't real. Simply a mask placed outside so that this emptiness that was once a soul doesn't cause burden to anyone.  I would hate to cause anyone trouble by getting into my own worries and doubts and fears.  Everyone has enough going on in their lives without having me to screw it up.  I hate that these emotions are like waves, and they come and go.  But the dark ones stay.  Just a little longer.  It's as if the clouds have blocked the sun during a solar eclipse so that the world has gone dark.  The only noise is the sound of waves crashing against the shore, but it's so dark that I just can't seem to find them.  If I could just get to the water's edge, this negativity would be gone.  Maybe not forever, but maybe it wouldn't seem so dark.  The negative energy has once again appeared, and this time, I'm afraid I don't have the willpower to sweep it out.   I have done all that I can to get the darkness out.... and I see the silver line across the shore.  The water's edge has appeared for me once again.  It's faint, and far, but I can see it.

I can see it.