I learnt that the greatest death of all is that of Faith. Love was the sacred religion, it had been there to warm us during the coldest nights, and light the way during the darkest days. We all believed in it, the way we believed that the sky was blue; lies upon lies upon lies. My faith in Love has since died.
I do not believe anymore that it is as powerful and as all healing a force as we were led to believe. Sadness has become more than an icon of our generation, more than a way of life; it has become the new religion. And I am yet another faithful follower.
I am however, stuck in this limbo for the moment. I am as yet unsure of whether I am embracing the light, or releasing it; I don't know whether I will be better for it, or worse.