《Marauding Gods (First Draft)》Chapter 158
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Here we meet again.
Laying inside the altair, he rested, as if he was only soundly sleeping.
I, by reaching onto him and holding him in my arms, brought me back to the day I woke up trapped under that white blanket.
Confusing and far away as was that day, the smell, the feel, I still remember it clearly, as if it happened yesterday.
This left me, for a time, wondering how come, the power I was bestowed upon birth was so intent on keeping me entirely unaware of your existences ?
It took me a while to understand, but now that I stand here before you today, all thanks to your present, I realize why.
Not only was it to cope with this pain in my chest and the thing I was missing which I initially thought were only memories, but was in truth you,
The fear and guilt of being me.
It hurts, yes, yet it was and is still worth living through with and remembering.
Time have passed, I've come a long way, and I know that without the two of you, never would’ve come this far.
From you I was brought upon this world, from that alone I cannot afford myself to forget.
I’ve lived, I’ve learned. I will remember and will no longer forget.
I am not you, I am not him, I am me.
I am neither of you, yet without you, I would never be me.
I am your brother.
I am your brother but from now on, now that I know, I get to choose to be what else I want to be beside that,
Which is why today, I have come, to announce my upcoming departure.
I will go on a journey, a very long one.
Through this short existence, I managed to do many things wrong, things which I’m too ashamed to expose.
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But this one, this journey I plan to go through, will be different.
I want to go through it thinking that you, brothers, are somewhere looking at me with not shame but pride.
With my own wings, wings you gave me, I will fly.
Today, I have come to join path with that with at birth I had parted ways with.
What was missing will now be returned to its rightful place.
May you rest as a part of me, my other half, and may again we meet properly somewhere, beyond the atlas of time and space.
Here we meet again.
Laying inside the altair, he rested.
The sight, brought me back to the day I woke up trapped under that white blanket.
Confusing and as far away as was that day, the smell, the feel, I still remember it clearly, as if it happened yesterday.
Reaching onto him, and holding him in my arms, forgotten feelings came mellowing my heart.
What I felt right now, made me remember that for a while, I wondered how come, the power I was so bestowed upon birth was so intent on keeping me entirely unaware of your existences ?
It took me a while to understand, but now that I stand here before you today, I realize why.
Not only was it to deal with this pain in my chest, but aslo fill up that gap that which I, to be whole lacked.
The thing part of me missing which I initially thought were only memories, but was in truth you,
It hurts, yes, yet it was and is still worth living through with and remembering.
Time have passed, I've come a long way, and I know that without the two of you, I never would’ve come this far.
From you I was brought upon this world, from that alone I cannot afford myself to forget.
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I’ve lived, I’ve learned. I will remember and will no longer forget.
I am not you, I am not him, I am me.
I am neither of you, yet without you, I would never be me.
I am your brother.
I am your brother but from now on, now that I know, I get to choose to be what and who else I choose to be beside that,
Which is why today, I have come, to announce my upcoming departure.
I will go on a journey, a very long one.
Through this short existence, I managed to do many things wrong, things which I’m too ashamed to expose.
But this one, this journey I plan to go through, will be different.
I want to go through it thinking that you, brothers, are somewhere looking at me with not shame but pride.
With my own wings, wings you gave me, I will fly.
Today, I have come to join path with that with at birth I had parted ways with.
What was missing will now be returned to its rightful place.
May you rest as a part of me, my other half, and may again we meet properly somewhere, beyond the atlas of time and space.
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