There are two worlds of magic.
One is the glittering domain of the illusionist.
The other is a secret place,
where magic is a terrifying reality.
Here, men have the power of demons.
and Death itself is an illusion...

A while ago back, I posted an entry about looking into the future. It still haunts me sometimes, how one is able to see what lies ahead for them. How every journey is written in indelible ink and cannot be undone even if we try. Swarmed with thoughts over the unending series of events, it takes a lot out of me to sit, meditate and refocus. Mentally and physically drained finally got me spiritually drained as well. I always say that to be your own god, you need to face your own demons. And there is no support system to back you up but yourself. Crazy thing is that the demons come from within you as well. The maths gets complicated from here onwards. A word of advice, if you're not prepared to do what it takes and give it your all, don't attempt it. Under any circumstances. There is only one way out and it is through. Cobain and Winehouse hesitated. I shall get my rest, and in the morning, it will be a new day. I have done what I can today, and the day before today. I have done my best. Tomorrow will be a better day than today. If not, it will still be, by any means necessary.

word.

I am a beggar. Torn and broken down below freezing point, I beg. I beg not for money, for those can be found and made. I beg not for love, or trust, for I deserve them no more. I beg not for charity, kindness, or empathy, for they are merely words. I only beg for one thing. Hope...