I believe I am losing faith in recording my thoughts here. It may be some small comfort to those I know, and maybe an even smaller comfort to myself of having my plans posted for that community to see....but is it really worth the struggle it takes for me to type this all out, to admit these sorts of things to myself?
I think I hallucinate too easily recently. I see him in places I never should, and I smell him in places it's impossible for him to have been. Am I going mad, I wonder?
Perhaps the earth is turning against me as well-- will I die once out of nature's graces, poisoned and insane, or will I continue to live on in such agony of that shunned state? Maybe I'm just growing too confused inside. Would such a thing happen to me, when I maintain that I'm so strong at heart? I fear it.
I think he has returned to 'that which he knows best'. He would enter his isolation once more, wouldn't he?
I ....I will go to that place where I was raised. It is undoubtedly grown over and in disrepair, but to walk the halls of that great manor, and to feel those memories refreshed...perhaps it will clear my head.
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