Post by twilight on Oct 17, 2018 14:11:47 GMT -5
In this final life of mine. I was 12 years old when I realized who I was, who I am, who I used to be. The flood gates of memories came rushing in. It was quite the event. My stepfather at the time used to give me a glass of Hawaiian Punch. For some reason he used to think that a brownie and a glass of punch would make everything ok. The real silly thing was it kind of did.
There were days when I felt alone and lost. I didnt have any friends. In my mind I know I couldnt have any friends, what was the point I wouldnt be around too long anyway. But I was wrong now I am in my twenties and I am still around. I think it was easier for me to say I shouldnt make any friends when in reality I had no clue how to make friends with anyone. What would I have in common with other children. Hello my name is Joshua, I have died and come back to life over 50 times. I am cursed and I am immortal. Uh, no, all they wanted to do was play playstation.
So my childhood was strange. And my stepfather knew it. He was a lot like me in some ways. He had such demons that I couldnt imagine. In the end holding them back, keeping them in did not help him, I think it only helped to fade him off earlier than it should have. But that are stories for another day. Back to the punch. The brownies or donuts or whatever I was given on that day always tasted different, good but different. The sweet from the bread always seemed to cancel out the sweet from the punch. Individually each was really sweet on its own. But both combined cancelled each other out and yet made each other better. Dunno how better to explain it than that.
Which takes me to Robert Saints. The Saint of San Diego, we were in your hometown not long ago. Yeah thats right Robert I have read your bio. Though I think few have. You and I are like those brownies and Hawaiian punch I just talked about. Individually we are pretty good on our own. But put together we become more, we become better. That is why I was excited when I found out we were facing each other. You have held the most important titles in SFT. You know exactly what it takes to win and prosper. And yet you falter. Why? Have you lost your path? Are you needing me to help you get on the righteous path again? People looked up to you. And you are better than you currently are. So my question to you is, do you want my help? Do you want me to point you in the right direction? Would you even take my help? I think a man like you would not accept my help. And althought we are opponents and adversaries, this week we are once again opponents. You have the opportunity and the chance to take this title away from me. Can you or will you, that is entirely up to you. I can only control what I do. Not what you do, the ball as almost every time is in your court, but I will be very curious to see what you decide to do, if you chose to show up and give it your all of if you decide to once again phone it in.
Time will tell I suppose.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
There were days when I felt alone and lost. I didnt have any friends. In my mind I know I couldnt have any friends, what was the point I wouldnt be around too long anyway. But I was wrong now I am in my twenties and I am still around. I think it was easier for me to say I shouldnt make any friends when in reality I had no clue how to make friends with anyone. What would I have in common with other children. Hello my name is Joshua, I have died and come back to life over 50 times. I am cursed and I am immortal. Uh, no, all they wanted to do was play playstation.
So my childhood was strange. And my stepfather knew it. He was a lot like me in some ways. He had such demons that I couldnt imagine. In the end holding them back, keeping them in did not help him, I think it only helped to fade him off earlier than it should have. But that are stories for another day. Back to the punch. The brownies or donuts or whatever I was given on that day always tasted different, good but different. The sweet from the bread always seemed to cancel out the sweet from the punch. Individually each was really sweet on its own. But both combined cancelled each other out and yet made each other better. Dunno how better to explain it than that.
Which takes me to Robert Saints. The Saint of San Diego, we were in your hometown not long ago. Yeah thats right Robert I have read your bio. Though I think few have. You and I are like those brownies and Hawaiian punch I just talked about. Individually we are pretty good on our own. But put together we become more, we become better. That is why I was excited when I found out we were facing each other. You have held the most important titles in SFT. You know exactly what it takes to win and prosper. And yet you falter. Why? Have you lost your path? Are you needing me to help you get on the righteous path again? People looked up to you. And you are better than you currently are. So my question to you is, do you want my help? Do you want me to point you in the right direction? Would you even take my help? I think a man like you would not accept my help. And althought we are opponents and adversaries, this week we are once again opponents. You have the opportunity and the chance to take this title away from me. Can you or will you, that is entirely up to you. I can only control what I do. Not what you do, the ball as almost every time is in your court, but I will be very curious to see what you decide to do, if you chose to show up and give it your all of if you decide to once again phone it in.
Time will tell I suppose.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
