"How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people..."
The king stands exhausted. Feeling spread thin through time. Almost wanting to become invisible to everything but looking at his surroundings, he couldn't understand why. So he, as any other, attributed his feelings to all the current circumstances surrounding him but as he came face to face with those that have known him throughout the years, something began to dawn on him. He writes tonight to remember what he will soon purposely forget all over again...footprints left behind.
One by one they came to him with tales of how he was able to touch them in some way. Tales that he deemed easy to forget because he understood those acts were not the work of some superman but just a man that cared enough to do what was needed in the moment. Always leaving a part of himself behind in the process. Carrying someone else's grief, love, compassion and even sacrifice at times. Each one ascribing to him what they saw. Each one giving him a new title. Titles, names, dates and occurrences he would purposely forget as frail men should never be given so much praise. So king would suffice as there are many kings in this world. His current feelings are not of a man in distress as what he faces today is nothing compared to what he has faced in the past. No, he is a king that has done much and seen much in the souls of men and women. Hearing the call of the hour, he never shirked the role he could play. Not for vainglory or pride but simply because there was no one else to do what he could.
He's tired today but as yet has life left in him. Enough to heed the callings that are yet to come. His dreams do not change as they consist of crowds of people grabbing at him for answers and help...leaving him panicked and breathless at times. All for them...none for him as he remembers very little yet wonders how he could know so much at such a young age. As of this writing, he remembers and finds himself spent...
People say forget the past but they are foolish to think it can be done so happenstance as there are things in the past that created the individual that stands in front of the mirror everyday. Some things can be forgotten but so many other things should never be forgotten. All my failures serve me as directories to gates I must avoid and all my successes serve as templates that can be reconfigured for the task at hand. Forget the past? Not on your life. If I should ever forget, I'll be re-visiting this place...yeah, I know I will. I'm out...
~Moses Apollo Apolinaris
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