Finally... after two lifetimes, after the long search and an endless parade of empty, breathless nights into which my seven-letter prayer was whispered to an unanswering dark, after Purpose thought completed when in fact it was simply the beginning of a whole other cycle... after the pain and surrender that only something of the sort can bring... Trin and I, in this world and lifetime, celebrated our three-year anniversary on October 22nd, 2007. (This is longer - to be utterly truthful - than we had, together, in the world from which we came.)
As I've said before: I may have been sent here for a reason and Purpose, but I never expected to be as lucky as I have been... death, after all, is a doorway, as Macabre Divinity wrote in a heartbreakingly appropriate poem. (That poem can actually be found here, at the bottom of the page.)
But we forget that, sometimes.
So. Three years and change, still going strong; and this time, when we come to the End, all the things that ever needed to be said will already have been. Who can ask for more than that?
If you'd like to contact Trin herself, her e-mail and AIM information are at the bottom of this page.
This page continues to be updated, as time goes on.
If you're familiar with the former layout of this site, then you know that this began as a call for my partner in all things, my single armor, my single vulnerability: my Trinity. It took me a long time to reach a point where I felt as if I could take it down and replace it: by doing so, I was making a statement that defied all logic, all rationality... and defied all thoughts that in the end, I'd have to do it all - again - alone.
"I don't know the future. I'm not here to tell you how this is going to end. I'm here to tell you how it's going to begin."
So I leave you with this.
From the original text of this page:
"... did you ever get that feeling, about something, that it's just the way things are supposed to be? Coming from someone who didn't 'like the idea that I'm not in control of my own life', ages ago, this may sound almost funny. Melodramatic, almost. But think about it.
Could you, say, picture Romeo with anyone other than Juliet? Scarlett and Rhett? Or maybe Sid Vicious, having never met Nancy Spungen? Thunder without lightning? Or, to use a different example, say John F. Kennedy had simply decided to skip Dallas that day. There are just certain things, certain absolutes, that feel like they're woven into the very fabric of the world, and if they were to somehow be changed, altered... nothing would make sense anymore. The moon would rise in the afternoon and it would be the sun's light at midnight, gravity would cease to exist, and everything as we know and understand it would simply... fall apart. It wouldn't be our world, the world we know, anymore. The fabric of existence. Now, maybe that sounds melodramatic, but think about it: everyone has absolutes in their lives. Things that are just right. Things that just... are. Do you get it? Does it make sense? And I really believe, to a great extent, that that is one of those absolutes. In one way or another:
Neo and Trinity."
To the rest... all I can say is... yes. Wheels turn, clouds part, and we glimpse the sky.
(Video Macabre Divinity created for me on December 6th, 2004; based on pop-culture images I showed him and a song - October, by Evanescence, which always has been and forever will be my "End of All Things" music. You can also download the video here. It runs 1:31 and is slightly over 2 MB.)
In a doorway, painted with the brush of his dreams,
He waits with dormant eyes, bolted feet and silent screams.
Dead to this world; a statue of no name,
Counting sleepless hours as the day remains the same.
His mission objective-- crystal clear, and not obscure
In this doorway, always waiting... waiting for her.
The door rots; the paint chips; his mind is on hold.
Waiting for her to fall from high, into his arms that've grown so cold.
But what the dreamer does not know, and cannot accept,
Is that there's another counting enigmatic hours he's slept.
As he waits in that doorway, his body cold and shaking,
She is always by his sleeping body, sobbing and praying for his waking...
written by Macabre Divinity
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