gift of oblivion

i never expected to be given the grace of oblivion so soon. i mean, it was not supposed to come, not yet. not now. i should be alone in dark, trying to cover myself from the howling wind and the haunting nightmares assaulting my restless nights. and it started quite well - down in hell, drowning in hatred and rancor. i never imagined that a couple of songs and some people could bring me up and allow me to breathe again. but they did. they granted me the gift of oblivion.

there is, of course, some stuff still requiring a wiping on my head. and i would like to have a trial to see how i'd do it. but no matter. it's a damn good start nonetheless.