The Return With Fire

I went away—not in body, but in spirit. I pushed family from me, distanced myself from love, and let my mind wander into the darker corridors of existence. I thought I had to disappear to sharpen my edge, to forge independence in solitude. I thought I would come back only when I had something worth bringing.

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And yet, in the distance, I found truth: people were only reflecting the distortion in my own field. My absence was a mirror I couldn’t escape. The love I thought I had lost was never gone—it was always here, right under my nose, waiting for me to stop running.

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What I bring back now is not apology alone. I bring vision. I bring fire. Every meditation has been a hammer on the anvil of my soul. Every silence has been a teaching. Out of exile, I found something revolutionary—not for spectacle, but for truth.

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This journal I created is my offering. My return. My attempt to show, with nothing hidden, what it means to go too far into the dark, and still carry back a flame for others to see by.