necrophophic
01-17-01, 12:54
My eyes have seen much over the preceding weeks. I have experienced the squeaky clean white of hospital beds. The itchy starch clean of cheap hotel beds, and the stench of sleeping in an alley beneath an exhaust fan. Always, when faced with problems, I have been notorious for running away. In school I would flee the school bullies, uncaring of the fact that I was larger than most of them, and would have had a decent chance had it came to blows. In my adult years I have run to drugs. Those damnable drugs. They eat away at my will to live as well as my very intellect. Every day I find it harder and harder to remember the past. I am trying however... trying to leave those demons behind me and move on. These last few months I have failed. But hopefully I am past that now, as much as anyone can ever be passed a constant haunting addiction.
I returned hoping to discover the thread my beloved KernalKid dedicated to me, but after searching through veritble jungle of past posts, I was unable to locate it. I want Kernal to realize just how much of an inspiration she was to me during these hard times. I want her to know the part she has played in my healing process. I think I now realize that I could never have her... but just striving to be the type of person she would want has given me strength. I pray to whatever supreme deity that will listen for her forgiveness of my abscence. I pray that she has not forgotten me. I pray that, in some way, I managed to make a mark on her heart, and that she left a small place in it open, awaiting my return.
Wishful thinking... I know. I was only here a short time. I can't possibly expect her to remember or care about one rambling fool in the virtual sea of rambling fools that is darkness.com.
I wish to God I hadn't left. I wish I hadn't put that damn needle in my arm again. I was emotionally pained, but I was healthy. Now I have so far to go to get back to the point I previously was. I don't know if I can do it alone. But that is the fate of necrophophic. Lonliness and emptiness are my constant bedmates. Nothing can change that.
I returned hoping to discover the thread my beloved KernalKid dedicated to me, but after searching through veritble jungle of past posts, I was unable to locate it. I want Kernal to realize just how much of an inspiration she was to me during these hard times. I want her to know the part she has played in my healing process. I think I now realize that I could never have her... but just striving to be the type of person she would want has given me strength. I pray to whatever supreme deity that will listen for her forgiveness of my abscence. I pray that she has not forgotten me. I pray that, in some way, I managed to make a mark on her heart, and that she left a small place in it open, awaiting my return.
Wishful thinking... I know. I was only here a short time. I can't possibly expect her to remember or care about one rambling fool in the virtual sea of rambling fools that is darkness.com.
I wish to God I hadn't left. I wish I hadn't put that damn needle in my arm again. I was emotionally pained, but I was healthy. Now I have so far to go to get back to the point I previously was. I don't know if I can do it alone. But that is the fate of necrophophic. Lonliness and emptiness are my constant bedmates. Nothing can change that.