I don't crave redemption,
I just want to get by,
I don't need to be saved,
I just need to know why.
I am the mildly stoic. I am the, ever so slightly, intoxicated. I am the warm breath of solace gracing the curve of your lips, and the cold, waking sweat that keeps you ever vigilant in the darkest of times. I am the somewhat jaded, and the increasingly morose. I've not much use for the concept of Gods, but it would be a hard pill to swallow that I were no more than flesh and bone. I adhere to my whims because I trust them infallibly and I'm not much a fan of my own mortality. I have a fair few vices that I am content with. I don't consider myself a member of society, and I don't care a thing for nationalities. Human is human, and no man is at all disadvantaged to another because of status. What counts is what you have left when your humanity has been stripped down to its most basic elements. What matters is, when it comes down to it, do you posses the necessary will to live?
There is a perfect simplicity to a man who has lost everything. True humanity is not sympathy for others, but an understanding of ones self. If I must suffer to understand what I am, than I shall hunger for the most bitter of seasons.
In my life, I have never repented but of three things: that I trust a woman with a secret, that I went by sea when I might have gone by land, and that I passed a day with idleness.