Chapter Seventeen: Cycles and Sinewaves
The Emblem of the Star-Crossed Lovers (Interitus 1: Book X) Chapter Seventeen: Cycles and Sinewaves I think to some extent that I am guilty of distorting true reality with a myopic lens. Eloquent excerpts and phrases danced in my mind as if they could in any way provide some comfort or closure, but closure as a concept is cathartic at its very best. I did not want closure; I did not want to accept our time together could end. I would rather cling onto a tiny shred of hope and use it as an adhesive to pull myself together just enough to pass as whole, like the pieces of a broken bowl bound together by a low-grade paste. I pushed myself toward this hope as if it were the only blindfold which would accommodate the way I refused the reality. The poisoned air of an unclean world had contaminated my lungs after years in a moment of living in my head, begging both adversarial stars and an unreal God for one last chance to see her again. If th...