A note to self.
I can feel you.
Tired and upset, fraying at the edges.
I know it won’t last.
This is a time of weakness, a stepping stone between humble beginnings
and avowed omnipotence.
You'll shake off the layers of dust, that clinging, sapping, filth
and finally remember your strength.
I weep for the day you blaze so bright that no one can hold a glance in your direction.
when you stand before the world have a corpse and half a god
and all of life will shudder at your step.
That will be the day.
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