What I am

I began to recognise that the realities and memories that I had believed in for so long had been an apparition. They were nothing more than the work of delusion, deception and distraction.

As I tried to contain my fury at my naivety, waves of aliveness swept through me. A thousand souls began to speak inside of me, each whispering different secrets. I became convinced that I was a sage, an artist, a madman, all at once.

Oh what a gratifying and agonising burden of destiny!

And yet, this was a mere triviality to bear when held against the truth that my labours would ultimately be futile and forgotten, and that I was nothing more than a fleeting speck of dust in this timeless universe. 

Had I been possessed by a blessing or a curse? Only time would tell

The only thing that I could be certain of now, was that I had arrived on the path of no return.