Mine.

[revieloutionne]

Look. Be. Live.
I want to find a secret path.
I want to walk out of Collins, look around, and find a sidewalk I've never noticed before.
A sidewalk that goes somewhere nobody's ever been.
A sidewalk that gives way to a dirt path, that gives way to the faintest hint of one, perhaps only consisting of gaps between trees.
A faint hint of a path that I can follow home whenever I decide I've gone far enough.
A faint hint of a path that will take me to the point I left off last time I travelled it almost immediately.
I will soldier on until this path leads me to My Place.

My Place is not idyllic.
My Place is not pastoral.

My Place is flawed.
My Place is rotting.
My Place is sickly and dying.
My Place is the ruins of What Once Was.

That is why it is My Place.

What Once Was is only the merest shadow of What Will Be.
I will cure My Place.
I will remove the rot from My Place.
I will fix the flaws of My Place.
I will take the death and hate and loneliness and isolation of My Place into me and make them Me.

I will take them into Me and that will become Who I Am.
I will take Who I Am and purify it. And purify it. And purify it.
I will purify it until the death is life.
I will purify it until the hate is love.
I will purify it until the loneliness is feeling loved.
I will purify it until the isolation is outreach.
And this will be Who I Am.

And I will take Who I Am to My Place.
Who I Am will take My Place and turn What Will Be into What Is.

One day, What Is will become What Once Was.
But not for a very, very, very long time.
And after that very, very, very long time, My Place will be A Place.
And after that very, very, very long time, Memory will be My Place.
And in Memory, for the very first time, I will find Peace.