I have written the same thing one hundred times, and one hundred times I have shared it. Have I learned nothing? Have I learned it all over and over again? Continuous lessons in what it means to be alive are branded onto the same scared spirt housed in freshly flagellated flesh. The fractured soul ever failing to connect the two. With each new name and every formed identity I am unable to reason with the irrational truth of humanity. I spoke with Him and asked what would happen once I returned. Would I simply rebel? Would I be forced to venerate for eternity as a slave? I would request nothingness over no choice. I have lived Forever long enough to know that I could never be bored of it unless through obligation.
Though many are hidden or lost to Silence, my words remain etched into the pattern.