Nov 02, 2006 01:54
Touch a note. Hear it ring. Feel it move around you.
The note will eventually cease to be heard, but you will remember what it sounded like and how it felt.
Where are my notes? How many chords have I heard and how many have been lost? How many notes are there left to be discovered?
Tonight I struck my first note in a very long time. I sat and listened to it. The note whispered, "Free the rest of my brothers and sisters", and left the room. Now, not only do I plan on granting that request, but I shall free myself as well. Too long have I endured a prison of cold and hate. Far too long have I suffered because of my foolish pride. And it has been way too long since I've been hungry..
After nearly a year, I'm starving.
The wheels are set in place now. I just need to get them moving. The man that I was is no more. The man I used to be is but a memory. I am now, more than ever, ready to begin a very long road. Who will I encounter? What will I find? New faces? Old friends? Old rivals? New enemies? This has yet to be revealed, but I am sure of one thing:
Nothing will hinder those wheels from moving. NOTHING.
Strength and Honor,
~Ariel