The darkness has begun, the light is slowly dying. There’s no escape from truth, my dear friend. Please stop lying to yourself. Life & love is just an illusion I suppose. There’s no end to the ocean of tears, pouring from your heart. The blood and sorrow, are the truths of tomorrow. Just accept the pain, as it comes. Just believe the lies, and let madness prevail. Honesty is a myth, and compassion in abyss. Do not be brave to fight darkness. It’s got no shame. It consumes you whole, and ends your game. Believe me, my friend. There’s no greatness in living, or in believing. There’s no joy in love, or the kindness you have. There’s only betrayal, and melancholy, that leads you to apocalypse, with just a pair of scarlet red lips. Darkness is a seductress. That’s The Great Dying.
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.