chaos magic

When confronted with my mortality, I often feel horribly depressed. I look at my life as it has passed. I look at my face. I See the aging that has occured.

I see the woman of my dreams. Smart, funny, brilliant, and absolutely gorgeous.

I see myself in a few years time. Grizzled, scarred, and sometimes bloody. Yet smiling .


Above everything else, I see my family. I see my mother and father. My father smiling down. My mother smiling at me. Both with a pride that I don't know if I deserve. Yet is still there