I find myself overwhelmed with a storm of emotions that has persisted over the past two months. The cause of the tempest boils down to three things, though I'll admit some have more precedence over the others.
For one:
Was I fooled, earlier? Did I kid myself into thinking I was ready?
A ghost.
A fucking. Ghost.
I'm fucking tired of dealing with goddamn ghosts.
I realize I'm still unbelievably injured. A fucking shitton of salt got dumped on me after the laceration. So, I will take all the time I damn well need.
I was only fooling myself. I saw the remains of a bridge and I cautiously inched my way across only to make it maybe a quarter of the way before I was blown by a gale that ripped beams of charred wood off the structure. I jumped back, realizing my folly.
Do I set fire to the remains, completing its destruction, or do I simply gate off the entrance: Closed due to inclement weather?
If it's closed temporarily, then boy, am I in for a fucking blizzard.
And all the while I gaze across the abyss to the other side of the bridge and observe clearer skies and warm sun. This storm is pretty fucking prejudiced. What an ass.
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