Jul 24, 2005 09:54
Black and white...such a lovely contrast. No gray, no maybes, no indecisiveness. Just black and white. White and black. Yes and no. Will and Will not.
The taste of meat is upon my lips, but I didn't go in for the kill. At least I did not intend to. What happened afterwards was due to the gods' whims. What gods? Those gods. The ones that influenced the boarding, the ride, the crash, and the continuance.
Meat and milk shouldn't mix. I shall drink the water then, or lemonade if it's my last resort. Don't think I forgot...I still know it, I still remember it, I still feel it, I'm still there. Somewhat. In spirit more than in mind.
Ironically this is to you. The neverending silence when comfort is needed. The sleeping family of the terrified child who just escaped from the grasp of a nightmare. The ignorant guardian of the innocent.
I'm astounded by what you have failed to realize. You are not part of the new tide; you are no whirlpool. In no way are you neoteric-- you are no different from the rest. The certificate is contradictory. You are part of the greater whole. You are all essentially the same.
Your only difference: subtle thirst for evil.
My rejection of safety continues to mock me.