Oct 15, 2004 16:01
Ah my friends how you must see me. Do you question my motives?
Dear Illusionist, your half truths pain me. Is the world so cold in your eyes? Must we hide from everyone? Is this web you weave a trap you will use against me or is it simply another device to protect you from others. You needn't fear me, for I will keep you safer than my most prized possession. The deeper you stand in the shadows, the harder it will be to see me.
To my loving Priest, your heart must be in your faith. To sing this song you must first commit it to your heart, otherwise you are simply speaking the words. You want for so much, and so much you deny yourself. Faith is to live without fear, and to live without fear is to live without regret.
What will the Hermit ever know of anything outside his walls? Before you can hope to find friendship and love you must first step outside your home. You will never see those lands you dream of hiding from the dangers of the journey. Procrastinate and soon you'll find the only one coming to knock on your door is Death.
I love you for your faults and your strengths, but I mostly just love you. I am weathered by the experiences I have had, callused from the weight of my burdens. Lost in a desert of confusion with only tore pieces of the map, a map that will someday lead to paradise. I need you all, for my strength wanes more every day that passes.