Blow me, O great Wind, Quench me, O wise fountain and Burn me, O everlasting Fire

Looking at the time now, it is already the new year, I believe this to be one of my last posts because, I don't think I will return here, this place has been a home for my heart, even if I don't entirely trust this place, bits and bits of my heart is here. The time I have fallen, the time I was weak, the time I was down, the time when the world was a void for me, and the time I have spent here was mostly genuine. No masks, just riddles. Some of it hidden in another riddle, some more obvious than others. Yet, when I look back and read all about it, I forget myself. Not just once but more than it. I left myself when I was 9 years old, regained it this year but also another me that was embedded when I was 12. Surely there were times when I felt very cold. I have oaths of my own, but I have no strength to keep it. I wish for only one wish, which is the wish of the second world. Hear me, but do not listen, look at me, but do not see, feel, but do not heed. I have none other than this. My wishes, my hopes and all have been put here. Though there is much to do, I cannot do, though there is nothing left, I can do more, through hardship, one will truly understand what is the meaning of this word "Agape"