...since the previous post.
I have just finished writing an epilogue for my book. It wasn't planned. It just kinda hit me between the eyes a few hours ago and I needed to commit it to Microsoft Word.
The book has a much more beautiful ending now.
Final word of it: "grail".
Cannot sleep. Mind won't stop dwelling.
Like, how I want to believe in places beyond madness. Beyond cruelty.
I want to believe that there is a realm where there is no more farewell forever. Some land of eternal innocence, where even the most damaged and weary can be like children again, to gambol and frolic together in boundless grace.
I want to believe that for all of one's sins, there can still be redemption.
I want to believe that forgiveness is real.
And I want to believe that it is not foolishness to desire such things.
