(no subject)
Some places never change no matter how long you wait before seeing them again.
Some memories never fade even when so many others pile on top of them.
Some times you run so fast that you find you're back at what you were running from.
God puts us in a questionable world but it is up to us to make more of it. You cannot change much by standing still or moving backwards.
I'm not hiding anymore, Master.
Once in a while, I think I can see her there still. I thought he was the way I could use to make things right by her memory. But he wasn't even good enough to betray.
Oh, the loose ends we must weave back together. The Godslayer remains the other; I'm not sure which I cringe to think of more. A man's work is never done.
Some memories never fade even when so many others pile on top of them.
Some times you run so fast that you find you're back at what you were running from.
God puts us in a questionable world but it is up to us to make more of it. You cannot change much by standing still or moving backwards.
I'm not hiding anymore, Master.
Once in a while, I think I can see her there still. I thought he was the way I could use to make things right by her memory. But he wasn't even good enough to betray.
Oh, the loose ends we must weave back together. The Godslayer remains the other; I'm not sure which I cringe to think of more. A man's work is never done.