The Memoirs of Cartaphilus Pt. 1

Fear is the greatest enemy of the self
With that comes confusion and all round degradation of the spirit
For fear, I suppress myself
I vacillate for I fear

The culture of a foreign land is a house of horrors
Horrors that are in paradox with my essence

I believe in hope for I am hopeful of all mirthfulness
I will strive to see past the overpowering titan called ‘Disparity’ and indeed perseverance will bestow me with riches

I’ve been damned for all eternity
Leading a life undulating within itself in a never ending quest for equilibrium in a world existing only out of disequilibria

It remains to be seen my unfathomable state juxtaposed with the frailty of the human will
From what I see, remains a tidal wave of ‘life’ crashing upon me with a myriad of urbanities and perspectives

Lost in the sands of the earth
Void, meaningless, empty, shackled, unnourished, blind

Time is the only cure to this disease
I will wait in hope for the coming of the saviour Lord Jesus Christ