Lackadaisical

[Left Brain]

Who'd have ever guessed these days would be so quiet? Beyond the soft laughter of my beloved blood, I do miss you all so.

From the roaring, chaotic flames of hate and contempt, I'd been born. With not but a mission in mind but pleasing those I considered the light within my life.
Beasts and victims of instinct, loveless and twisted in the image of that what we feared most. These days, I spend wandering, and wondering just what it was I admired. 
Empty of heart, empty of mind, all it was that drove us was our rabid desire to sow misery, for who is it that's born in this world wishing to be alone?
I've yet to find a single one, and so we flock together in our misery.  None of you are different. No single concept bred from contempt may be so, and as I tell myself I am just as undeserving--

These young, smiling faces... The wailing, and smiles of joy as I've left and returned from the harvest and small journeys beyond. Has it been worthy of the tears, finally birthed from a source other than disgust? Since when did it change? Did you too, feel this same unconditional desire to protect and love me as your life's work had been turned to cinder within holy flame? I may not have been able to accomplish that final goal we agreed on in these long years, but know that when I fall to the same depths I will greet you with a smile just as large as those whom have loved me after you.

My friends. To the ones whom have passed on the torch. To the one, whose sight in decades had first been my visage. To the friend, dressed in blinding light that sought to illuminate my path in my darkest hour. To a man then made god, whom is cherished by even something that had been as pitiful as I. Even those, that have passed when I had thrived in the disgust of what this world was, rather than what it should be. 

For all that we've lost, and all of your labors: My life's work. Our friends, our family, our loves... I am finally content saying, It will not be forgotten.