Almost time

So, Lucifer, that is the trick?


There is no trick. It has always been a matter of choice. You choose to do, or not do. It is as simple as that.


And at times as difficult. But I see your point. These days I choose to smother, to put down each and every thought. Sometimes all it needs is a redirection of focus, as the days are always busy. Other times, when things are more persistent, it requires an application of a little more energy. But there are plenty of negative concepts that can be used and I no longer feel the need, or want, to dwell on things. But it is easier these days, for one reason or another, there is no longer the preoccupation that has been and in one way that relieves me greatly.


And in other ways you are scared.


In some ways. For is that not the sum of my existance? What will be left when I have gone? I feel the dissolving, the almost sun-washing of colour, but this time I really believe that I do not care. Days can pass with only minor effort. Is this what is meant? Serious effort is required at first, then each new hurdle is a little less, easier to overcome? Then before you know it, a week has gone with only one minor hiccough and then days since then. So how will I know? And will it be success or failure? Why is it so different now?


You will know when you no longer need to ask me. It will be success and failure. It is time.