Monday, October 31
measure for measure
so i've been sentenced, and judged, even before i've been tried, before i've had a chance to speak up for myself. no, i'm not protesting innocence, for i know i am indeed guilty as charged.
the motive of crime, simple. so innoculous that it may just seem like another lie.
the world may look down at me with their scornful eyes, and cast me as a cast-iron criminal. but i wouldn't have a care in this world if you would see things through the same eyes as i would do. i ask not for clemency, for i remain secure in the knowledge that that, time will provide. all i ask for is a fair trial from no one else but you, a chance only for mitigation, not necessarily exoneration.
your reassurances, comforting. thank you for being here with me, even if it was just for a while, in this time of loss and utter despondency. thank you for telling me that things will be fine. thank you for just being you. i fabricate not a word i speak here, and may the harsh hands of justice strike upon me should there ever come a time where the incongruence of my words, thoughts and deeds do you any wrong.
and to my friend now lost: if i had a chance to explain myself, i only ask to be heard.
i'll go now, and in my weariness i would poignantly acknowledge that time shall provide, if nothing else, healing of wounds that have been thrust wide open.