I’m an ill-made knight, if ever there was one, walking out into the sunshine, facing a crowd that adores honor, something they can’t explain even, ready to falter and die of shameless deeds.
I’m one heartbeat, after the other.
I’ve fallen into a smaller niche in the universe, a niche that is logically sound but doesn’t seem to make sense. A person in endless, perpetual arguments that never wanted to be there; a shell of what I once was clinging on to fading shafts of light from a resplendent past, while walking inexorably forward towards a decadent future. A man that doesn’t care about it all, but will listen if you ask; A person that does care so deeply and honestly yet refuses to even look at you due to pent up anger at the truth that I cannot know or discover it all; but still a seeker of truth.
And a story teller.
Becoming a Giant is one that remains close to my heart. It’s what I strive for, so even if you think you don’t relate to me because I’m some pretentious, conceited writer, remember that I’m also a fool on that path to becoming a Giant. And I’ll be damned if I’m not as far away as most people.
See you in the wild.
-Cole D. Lemme