Prologue : Lost In Mind
In war many things are lost. The general public focuses on lives as being the greatest agony of battle. But what of the souls, that beautiful, untainted part of ourselves that is ourselves at our best. our most holy state. I knew a soul before the war broke out. Or I thought I knew it, but perhaps it had been lost years before. or maybe just days. It's so hard to tell. To notice when the boy you admired became the boy you loved growing into the man who was slowly killing you. Slowly killing me without evidence of hatred or any type of malice. Unconsciously taking my heart in his hands and squeezing the heat of life from myself. I sometimes wonder if I was too blinded by emotions to have taken note of his actions, then sometimes I thank my ancestors for small miracles like curiosity.
In war many things are lost. The general public focuses on lives as being the greatest agony of battle. But what of the souls, that beautiful, untainted part of ourselves that is ourselves at our best. our most holy state. I knew a soul before the war broke out. Or I thought I knew it, but perhaps it had been lost years before. or maybe just days. It's so hard to tell. To notice when the boy you admired became the boy you loved growing into the man who was slowly killing you. Slowly killing me without evidence of hatred or any type of malice. Unconsciously taking my heart in his hands and squeezing the heat of life from myself. I sometimes wonder if I was too blinded by emotions to have taken note of his actions, then sometimes I thank my ancestors for small miracles like curiosity.