Freidrich Reinfeldt in Die Moderatische Arbeiterpartei! Heil Die Allianz!
I have refrained from writing for a couple of weeks now. Partly because of the wretched school, stealing my precious time and partly because I’ve not had the slightest need to do so. I think maybe that need is returning, even though the glorious school forces me to use my creativity for its sake, almost every day. I’ll try, however, with the little juice I’ve got left, to keep this running; this pathetic little charade; this fiction, in which I stand iterating my truths to the caring masses. Ah, yes.
The wounds are deep and the blood stains the floor, but by the Gods, I am free at least. It is as if though I’m floating in the skies without the slightest of burdens, and I can’t help but smile. But what is a smile worth, should it not have been birthed by an ocean of tears, at the bottom of an infinite abyss? And what is it worth, should it not be buried in the very same place?
I don’t know what it is that I have learned, but I know that I have been elevated to seemingly glorious heights. My gaze is directed at the future; at the sun, and I am confident that I will pass the many tests, waiting for me past the horizon. Confident, and contented.
As for now, I have a smashed schedule to attend to, and I shall see to it that my night shall be a night of peace, and so I must leave you with many yet unwritten and yet unformulated thoughts.
I’m so back
Adieu
