Overcoming

What is this place that I have traveled in for so long..I don't even recognize myself anymore. I don't really even know how

 

I'm even still really even alive..It's kind of lonely in this place, and kind of cold too, but I don't really mind it anymore..There are also only maybe a

 

handful of things that actually matter in this world anymore to me either. I have almost reached the precipice, the point of no return..

 

And even though sometimes the Night, might even last for 10 years..And even though the shipwrecked castaway, outcast had finally found another

 

island that was actually kind of cool too, in some very weird and unusual way..And also that even though I really try to train and take care of my

 

body, I also sometimes drink a few drinks, maybe smoke a few things, and maybe even ride a bit of the lightning there too.

 

I guess that there may have been some sort of purpose or some reason for all of it too as well. What was once weak has now become strong.

 

I stand somehow tall and with a heart of stone, and with the grim resolve as well as the keen intelligence which is somehow still also in tact too, to be

 

able to do what needs to finally be done..And with now fists that might be as fast as lightning to save me, and I had even gone out into the streets for

 

days at a time on my own too. Except for that this time that it was actually me that was on the attack..And even that somehow the desert during the

 

right season can also somehow become freezing cold, then right now really only the cold steel of my knife is keeping me warm..What different paths

 

in life did I end up now taking, it seems like highschool, university, and even some of my travels abroad were also like whole nother worlds.

 

Parallel universes that have now somehow faded through time..But maybe we should also all just go back to the beginning, and maybe also see that I

 

too once came from a faraway land to this place before too..And I had always been different from them, didn't really need to mind though, and have

 

always been just fine on my own..But in the end it almost even seemed like this place might have had finally beaten me, and there I was lying there

 

on the ground with a mouthful of blood, just a shell of a man..In the end just left broken, bitter, and alone too..Or so I thought that it seemed at the

 

time before the real and final truth came to be, and it actually turned out that it actually wasn't the end though

 

at all..And in fact, it might even be just the beginning..And at one point it was pure rage and an almost unheard of defiance, that might have helped to

 

just to carry the day for me in the end right there too..And if I could survive and handle all of that in the past, then I can probably handle, just about

 

fucken anything..I hope that you all know that you are not alone, and that maybe even I was

 

maybe even once there before too..Maybe sometimes we might be sent on some sort of special mission maybe into this world..

 

And maybe I'm really just a dude on Earth at this point too, somehow also connected to God too as well..

 

Some sort of divine and noble savage ape, the prophet Mohammad now too..I have seen that some sort of a spiritual reality exists

 

for a fact, on that one day in 2010..12 years ago now..12 long years spent wandering through hell..

 

But no 'God of this world' will be sending me anywhere at the end of it..No not not of This world..Not of This world at all..And in fact if

 

anything, I'd probably just turn around and send his ass to hell instead..