Rising Dark (The Darkling Trilogy, Book 2) (57 page)

Inhaling
the heavenly smoke through my mouth, I chased and chased until all
my burdens floated up and out of the room.

All my
life it seemed as if I had chased one thing or another; acceptance,
love, chasing dream after dream. Whenever I got close enough to
those dreams, I realised they were nothing but phantoms.
Insubstantial ghosts that quickly dispersed, leaving behind mists
of failure, disillusionment and despair.

When it
hits, when that first wave hits and I am swept away from
everything, swept far, far away from the shore to a place where I
can see nothing, hear nothing and feel nothing, I sometimes see his
face. His face in all its exquisite beauty often overwhelms me,
inducing tears before disappearing as quickly as it comes, leaving
me far out to sea with no sight or sound of land until finally, it
finds me... peace.

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