It's not too late to change...you know that, right???
My wings are always outstretched. That's why you'll always try to take shelter beneath them. But not even my wings can protect you from the storm you have yet to endure.
By the way, "Clarity" wasn't about you;. But my "Words" were. You deserved every single one of them, too. Bet you choked on my "Words." Could you feel my hand on the back of your head, forcing you to take my full load?
What? You don't like that imagery??? You used to....
A 45 isn't just a gun...it's me. I'm a 45. Can you imagine what it was like? After more than 40 years of sacrifice, of sadness...to see and feel and be immersed in light? Only to find out that the light wasn't light at all. It was a lie.
You...you were that lie.
You'll be 45 one day, too. I may be long dead by then. Hard to imagine breathing for another 11 years after the last two. The only question you need to answer in the interim is, on that fateful day, will I become an angel, or, a devil???
You may want to start saying your prayers now....
You won't apologize, coward that you are. You see, love isn't petty when real. You're too petty to apologize. Too small. You could not ever really love my cosmic vastness. I suppose I never loved you either. The difference between us is, I still kept my promises, doing everything in my power to help you. Yet, you have done nothing to help me. Nor can you. At least, not anymore. Like my leg, this is a permanent injury. As long as I still walk, I walk with a limp. And, as long as I still love, my heart limps, too. But I can and will get stronger. Because, I am strong. You, however, are weak. And so, will only ever get weaker.
You will look for me for many years to come in the future...but I, I will never look for you again.