Einstein

The thoughts that echo through my head even now...
They could never come back. I realized that very brutally after my judgement. I had brought this on myself, so why then should I miss them? Why did I do what I did? Looking back I can only say that the demon inside me was not at rest completely, even after being weakened. And it never will be. What is it that I am to do now? I have already gone through my life thinking that all emotion was useless, learnt the trials of caring and love. I will not go back. For I never had a purpose. In a sense, I have always been like a puppet, dangling from the strings of the tyrant's cold hands. When he makes me walk I have no choice. When I kill it is him killing. I am never going back to that. I will never have meaning until I find...