I grow weary of these intermittent meaningless soliloquies, with no conclusion, no decision, no concrete recommendations.
Soliloquies where the present is intoxicated by the past, hanging over the future, regurgitating this bitter-sweet poison through my veins - invading the sanctum of my mind.
It has dissipated, but I desire a cessation. This armistice between desire and reason is too long in coming -armistice from this mental civil war well into a decade. A decade and many causalities. It has had moments of jubilation of conquest, doubt of reason, sadness of consequence, pleasure of triumph and pain of deceit.
Like all things it must come to an end - in the fullness of time...
Time, my only weapon in this war, my consolation, the only voice of reason in this wretched soliloquy.
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