It is strange, to have a piece of a world,
just standing there, on a shelf, untouched.
Like a fine wine, to be savoured.
The last testament of a dying family, shared for years in times of joy and of despair.A safe haven, a refuge from the world that kills you.
A blanket you can dwell in. A light you can turn off, to sink deep into oblivion, into Nirvana.
You start a journey without any knowledge of what has begun. Like life. The beginning of an end. Not as much the sun setting in the horizon, not the raindrop, vanishing in your palm. But a friend, going away for a long, long time.
"Get a life. It's just a TV-show!"
Harsh words to hear, when it is something that has touched your soul. An answer to a prayer. Make something count!
I have the last chapter of a long tale, stretching from early years. Seven great years. It is just sitting there, in my abode, waiting to be exposed, then thrown away. The last slice on the plate. And after it is gone, after that last sensation of delight, darkness.
For these words I may be ridiculed, for these statements I can be mocked. But no more than for listening to a ballad, a finetuned orchestra, or a hymn. For I have stepped out on the plank, cut half through the rope.
After this, there is no more of that sweet tune, that sweet face.
So judge me as you may, for this is my true self. A hopeless romantic, clinging to the last remnants of a passing time. A letter, unedited, untouched, tapped from the bottom of the bottle that is my soul.
For my time is at hand, to step into the light, and see what's on the other side. And after this experience, shall the passing of the enduring traveler, the lonely voyager, be any lighter?
I think not.
Sincerely
One who took it to him.
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Somehow we're going somewhere.
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As my poem explained, if you read between the lines, I have the last two episodes waiting in my bookcase, until my brother has caught up to me in DS9.
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