Hergest Ridge

Look it up in the Urban Dictionary – do with it what you will.

The Devil is in the details, but then so is God. Fortunately, neither God nor the Devil probably exist.

I’ve so much to express, but no prism to focus any of it. The time has come to write a eulogy of sorts, as all I can see is my own self staring back at me; On the surface, cold, expressionless, unmoved – just the way I aspired to be for so long. Birth is a bitch. So is rebirth. We enter our daily lives with death on our heels, its fangs and claws pulling us under every step of the way.

I read once on an online profile someone’s description of self: “melancholic, not in a pessimistic, but stoic way.” Today, I am borrowing the description for my own purposes. I say borrowing, for I’ve the utmost intent to return or pass it on to the next person that may find it fitting.