I can't bear another minute in this universe, caught between myth and legend, caught between the nothingness of loss and freedom. I dare not beg the question, do I deserve to stay? Do I deserve to leave? I cannot bring forth the words to understand my own existence.
Where is the nothingness from? Is it from the beyond? Do I ask for someone to bring me back? Is there anything that can be done for the shell I live in or am I just the nothingness now?
What is left of the spark that used to be in my chassis? Is there even a point searching for a purpose when it is clear my purpose is gone?
I do not know.
I cannot exist another instance without my spark begging to be extinquished and for me to return to the allspark.
There's a deep ache inside me, but I cannot answer it as long as I am here. I have much to do, much to say, and much to learn.
If I stop now, what is the point? Who will carry on what we all fear will be the end?
I dare not let my thoughts carry on too much, afraid that a single look upon my own soul, a single step in my direction will be too much.
So instead, I hold my words, I remove my thoughts, and I cut off my own worries to keep them from affecting me too deeply.
Who will carry on the light without me to guide the next step?
I cannot answer. Not a chance.