It's been a depressing walk through the thick and deadly fog. But I'm finally able to spy the beam of light at the end of my passage through the graveyard. I've battled the withered; but far from weak grasp of the zombies rising out of their graves, the occasional rock and overhanging bats who create chaos the moment they get a sniff of a perspiring or bleeding body. The disgusting half-rotting zombies with degenerating brain cells, mostly being relatives, 'friends', professors, classmates and complete strangers. The rock stands for challenges that life has thrown across my path; making me trip and lose my balance, disoriented but stronger than ever. The troublesome bats represent Love that has come to me in the form of pets, boys and men; who are present long enough to cause an uproar and disappear the instant they find someone better than me. Despite all these challenges, I've held onto all that which is precious to me and been able to preserve my integrity and pride. I have only six more months to wait out, before I can experience and feel the entire glow of the Guiding Star on my skin. Six months more to come back to what I once was, holding in my hand, the proof needed to prove I'm not much of an idiot after all. Proof that I'm still alive after battling with supernatural forces, hunger as well as wicked mortals. Stephen King could base an entire horror trilogy on these three years of mine; but I'd much rather forget I even lived through them.
