It comes from latin, meaning. Premature, Dementia.
After much consideration I decided, that I am going to post the things I do not speak to other souls. I have never been to confession, I have never atoned for my sins, and I regret nothing but hurting the one person I loved. My demons have always been locked away in the deepest and darkest corners of my mind, that I have never bothered to confront them. Until as of late, this method has worked without fail.
That is, until I began to torment myself with the guilt of destroying such an innocent angel, a visage of pure heaven poured straight from the lips of god himself. Up until that point I have not bothered with the frivilarites of faith and religion. But alas once confronted by this harsh realization that, indeed, there is another force gently brushing the strings of fate to remember the power of love and life. God, Heaven, Hell. Mere words to me. Though the value of such words are easily related to the epic struggle that entwines us all. God. Is indeed dead. His prize angel, the most beautiful of beings created in his image, dead as well. The failure that we as humans are brandished with, is we can forgive. We can understand and compromise. Gods and Angels, do not. To harbor a grudge for eternity, is simply an astonishing theory. I am quite certain that the debt I have accumilated in my journeys is what is causing me to be trapped here on this plane. I am positive the motive for both parties to be interested, is due to the fact that I will not favour one side over another. I do what I can do to survive. I will wave at an old gentleman, yet pick the pocket of a college student. The part that scares me, is there is honestly no place for me to exsist at all..
