This

I had a nice talk with myself the other day, I feel like I covered a lot of ground and I understand things a lot better now than I did before. For weeks I was in fear that I had been loosing myself part by part. That I wouldn't be the same man I was before, the man who created countless worlds, that had an imagination that could create countless tales and mysterious things. The one who understood things far beyond what many could grasp. I was afraid I had lost him, but no. He isn't lost just tucked away because the life I live today, right now. Is not a place for him, he cannot thrive here. In a time when money is a huge issue, when where I'm going to live, what my job is, all these very world weary things... James, the real James can't survive here. I needed someone else, someone who could just be a work horse, pave the path to where the real James could come out again, thrive, become better than he ever was.

This is who I need to be, right now.

Rusted

The steel begins to rust, forgotten, rain hits against it's ever strong surface. Drop after drop it touches what once was replied on. It starts to become something else, something weaker, no longer sure of itself it starts to rust. It's color begin to change from something bright to something dull and not beautiful. It's the course of things. We all forget who we are and wither way to become part of something else. No matter the loose. Not matter how horrible the decay death violence and despair. It all crumbles down into something better. No matter how small the gain, no matter how meaningless it may seem... It's the course of things. Life, community, empires, planets and love.