The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov Twins
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
I Died Twice and I Think I Enjoyed It"Is forever enough?" you asked.Prosetry, hehe.
I couldn't compute an answer at the time, and I promised I would get back to you but never did.
I don't think there's a way to tell you that you spoke to me in my dreams, and then bounced to the cataracts of the blind sky above.
I don't think there's a way to tell you that I waltzed with death when the same cataracts of sky blinked and wailed a deluge accompanied with a sob of thunder.
My hair stood straight and saluted the gigavolt of spark and spirit that came close to ending me. I sobbed with the charged, tense atmosphere that day too.
You'll never know that you killed me for the second time. You tore out my organs and pitched them off the suspension bridge, into the mess of expired leaves and pickled mountain sweat.
I think I enjoyed it.
So to answer your question,
No. Forever isn't enough. Forever is too much. Forever doesn't end, but I already did.