It was the air that had made me a little nostalgic. so full of sulphuric extract and bitterness, it had felt like a travel back in time to the older days, when his icy fingers had reached for me the very first time. a cruel one, and I did ask myself; was I right?

would it help, that i became a creatures vessel, for I had time to make my peace?

with the world, with myself.

and wouldn't that bring me even further away from god, wouldn't it make me sin, as the father I am?