I Am Finnix∞

How about running away? Yes, of course, you can always choose running. After all, that’s one of the primary instincts you have when you feel like you’re in great danger. But answer me this...what if nothing’s chasing you? What if you’re just running away from something completely still? That thing won’t chase you, won’t follow you anywhere, it just doesn’t care. Or at least it pretends not to. It’s like a sulking child turning its back on you. Sometimes you just have to stop and think for a second, and then turn around. It’s all different now, isn’t it? All you can see is that thing, that thing you were running away from. And from this angle it doesn’t look all that frightening now, does it? You can walk up to it and maybe you could be so polite to ask “what’s wrong?”. Getting to understand such a strange situation starts with asking questions. Because questions lead to answers, and answers lead to conversations. And we all know these things can end painfully but there is always that tiny spec of hope it won’t. That this time it will all be different than the last time. So start asking your questions. You’ll get your answers soon enough, trust me. Talking is essential in the process of saving yourself. No reconciliation has ever been done without talking. Words might be confusing, but keeping things silent is terrifying. After all, you’re only human. You long for the noise. And if that noise can fix your achy-breaky heart, then that ruckus is to be considered the best arrangement of sounds ever.  But slow down now, don’t talk too much or the magic will be lost. Use only the essentials. Bring out all your sorries and I love you-s and I miss you-s. And if that doesn’t work, then you just have to try harder. 

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Wrote a song about you a month ago

Dear...what should I talk to you about? Do you remember me? I remember you. Even though everybody keeps telling me I should not. They want to forget you. All that was you, all the things that you’ve done. Then again, I keep uttering your words: “Even a god can’t satisfy everybody”. Cause that’s what you were to them. A god. Someone to put all their faith into. And you never gave up the fight, never turned your back on them. You were an avenging spirit burning through the skies like a shooting star. Strange, isn’t it? Your very words could turn the tide of a war, a wave of your arm could make the bravest of warriors run like little children from a dark shadow at night and still these people, YOUR people are trying to forget you. You were everything and nothing. The eleventh hour. Our watchful protector, a god among men, the promised knight in ragged armor. And most importantly...

It all just disappears doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment like breath on a mirror. 

Please stop.

Sudden realisation

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