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21 January 2010 @ 01:20 am
Karma.  
There he stood, in the Ship that has witnessed more goodbyes than he has changed face. There he stood, holding onto every last second I had of this memorable life. He didn't want to let go, how could he? Everything he's done...He knew he could do so much more. All those glorious, victorious days of defeating terrible creatures and saving planets...He liked it. He -loved- it. He loved being this man, he loved having found those dear companions of his. He loved it all. Oh, the idea of regenerating might sound relieving, but it's not. He dies. In the end, He dies.

...I don't want to go.

To die, to blink out of existence, and to let some new man just stroll in and take his place...Life felt worthless. All his accomplishments felt worthless. And maybe, just maybe, that was his mistake. -Not wanting to change. He was meant to regenerate. He was "destined" for it. Because chaos lies at the heart of it all, the End of Time. "Be careful what you wish for" they say...

 
 
music: Marmalade - Reflections Of My Life