I’m staring at a blank screen with a blinking cursor. I feel
like it’s taunting me. To undertake the daunting task of putting tangible words
on top of it like a Sundae. Someday, these words will inspire another King and
Queen to desire their own Empire. To construct, look forward past criticism,
and create a path of One’s own choosing. All of our pains, past, presents, and
experiences echo throughout time and can last past our earthly demise. Immortal
is the man that can continue to teach even after his physical body has reached
its last Sunrise. Until that time, I want to watch the Sunset over what I’ve
created, tip my head in respect at those who didn’t object to my success. Your
support helped me build the bridges to those I haven’t yet reached. I may yet
inspire peace in lost Souls, or bring them to war within. No holds barred but
these cold doors are. The Key to Peace may rest in me. How can I rest when not
all of us are free?
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