Just Another Journey

Like most beginnings, it started in blood and fire, or maybe just something more distant and passive as usual.

It begins with a simple memory, of someone long past and nearly forgotten, oddly remembered in only that dispassionate way that comes from time past.

Our parting was in anger, disgust, and vehement bile, but something which had to be done, for a life too long together, and for a lie too well lived. It is the moment in my life I defined how too common complacency is in our lives, and how too often we will choose the rut, rather then do what we know we must in our hearts.

Now, many years past, it is odd that I still reflect sometimes on that ghost of my memory. Admittedly, not with hate, or spite, or love, or anything else that could be calling representing invested concern. Indeed, it is nothing more then an apathic bond I think.

Yet, here I am, spilling the reminiscence, like so much bitter blood. Guess nature makes monster of all our pasts.

So, here is the house that Asgvar built, built on a dead past, a distant future and something bittersweet. Let us hope, that the legacy I create here, gives up something useful, and builds on the seed that has been planted.