Memoirs of The White Glove Society

There are no bad endings or cliff hangers
Beginnings exist and monuments are built
Visionaries of a perfect land
Flamboyant REVOLUTIONARIES of a deteriorating generation
We strive to GROW
We chased perfection… Frantically
We didn’t get to it, maybe not EVEN close
But we achieved excellence
Even BETTER than excellence, we enticed a friendship
Enticed it… tamed it… and mastered it… the very art
It drove them insane
Weak and confused, they tried to clone it…but it was impossible
We were cast down, enshrouded IN DARKNESS
It did not matter, BECAUSE even in the darkness there would be light
OUR LIGHT in particular
That which burned with the intensity of ten thousand Suns
Supremacy was bound to happen
As a child I learned that you CAN NEVER really blot out the sun
Goodbyes are not hard, simply long
Ours will be neither because this is not the END
More like the end of the beginning of chapter one …The Prologue
Even on polar opposite sides of the galaxy
We are one, and we are alive.

I wish I could explain everything to everyone. At times it seems as though I am not a logical thinker. I think logically, but logical thinking is not always the best method. Independent or not, I know I’m not alone anymore.