Excerpt from: Dark Angel...Invisible Angel!

If tomorrow comes and my body is not present in it, it shan’t be said I don’t exist in this world. For my spirit, my thoughts, my words, my face, my smiling eyes will be remembered in many, for years, passed along, generation to generation. This world shall speak my name for all eternity, it tis my destiny to enhance the emotions of my fellow human partners in our journeys to here and beyond. Tis my worst fear to have no feeling, to become numb. Tis then I should be cast aside like a stone, for they have no feeling either!

Feeling is essential in our existence’s. We must all bare our hearts, to sooth our souls. It is our soul that need to be expressed every day, through out thoughts, forethoughts, after thoughts, entertaining our minds, filtering down to our eyes. Tis the expression in our eyes that is our window to the soul. Yes, it is our soul looking though the mirrors of our eyes, gazing upon our lives in wonder, in hate, in love, in all things we feel.

It is my-our soul who cries, only hands wipe our eyes wherein behind lies the soul. Our sacred identity, our being, the core of our existence & reason for being, yes this tis our soul. The depth that lies within us is immeasurable. Only when one has reached the end can then they exclaim, hell there’s no turning back now. Indeed they then know the damaged core is so final in most cases, rarely is it possible to withstand and over come it, practically unheard of actually.

If I were not to give up, my core would be at great potential risk of being damaged beyond comprehension to you & to many, but more importantly to myself. Many can not understand a soul such as mine. A special soul, so special there isn’t many of them. But only a few such as I, are chosen to bear such witness to such a festival of feelings. Tis with great honor I accept this gift or uniqueness, often times feeling it is a curse instead. Yet it is deeply rooted within my being. My fibers. Forever present will you be in my fibers of yesteryear & non existent in any fibers of my tomorrows. If ever these should cross again, the fibers of yesteryear, with any fibers of tomorrow, that my dear would be absolutely a miracle. Etched on our hearts forever as our first glance is carved well beyond my heart.

Remember when I tell you I’m giving up it is for the best. I’d rather hate you forever, than to deal with not loving you every day, every breath I take in could be one more you’d take away, as you did so many times before, however this is not to be. No, for this minute I breath without thought, having no say in whether I do it again or not. So my thoughts are elsewhere, but we still exist in my soul my love. We’ll always have that, for forever & beyond my friend. Goodbye certainly feels so ordinary, for such a time as this. It seems to be more befitting to ride off into the sunset on a unicorn, a magical unique beast, as are you.