The writings, musings, and thoughts of Darkrider213, also known as Aeos Maru, or what you will. A look at writing, roleplay, philosophy, science, and other matters from a timeless and unchanging perspective. Or so it would seem.

Writing and Sketches

7th August 2012

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I have walked the breadth of this world. I have seen people die in their righteousness, and the wicked die in their wickedness. This too, is meaningless.

For here we reach the conclusion of the matter, here we find ourselves at another junction in our life, the streets where we find ourselves familiar. The night sky shines with the lights of skyscrapers and apartments, and here we meet our friends, greet each other as we pass by, look on at the jerks just down a few blocks…

I find myself at the beach, a sunset and clouds with few who walk the streets. Here, it is peaceful. The bridge of sighs, and an open eternity of blue advances and recedes, the endless tide. I have returned here often, it is my home, a home away from home.

I feel alone, and yet comforted in the company of others who decide to stop by here, take their shoes off, and look around. They take a coffee, tea, or some other drink, sit down, and have a spell. Perhaps two. Here, the view is shifting, and the banter, likewise. And the world continues to pass on by the storefront window.

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