A Comma

The last of the series, this post serves to wrap up the last of the Christmas tale this year, the finale, the Omega.

Not knowing the dangers of “toils and snares” that lay ahead of him, he took a brave step forward into raging thunderstorms and pouring rain. But disappointment.

Alas, the lack of what was most important was fulfilled. He found it, left it, and jetted off to his next destination. What more did he expect? What more could he expect?

He was just living according to his expectations, not others. What can he say but speechless words of solitude? Even the seemingly encouraging vices that spew from his comrades’ mouths are full of lies and deceit. The very people whom he entrusted his rightful brain to.

But it was a first, and he was proud.

This wasn’t going to be part of a past that he’ll soon forget, no, it wasn’t.

This was going to be the present, and the future.

Blessed Christmas to all gratefully blessed citizens out there, celebrating a heartwarming Christmas is always such a lovely sight. Toiling in front of a square box isn’t exactly the holiday mood.

But it was going to pass away, so be it.

That, was the ghost of Christmas past.

But he wasn’t going to regret. He never did, and never will. No matter.