Reflections : Ula's Diary
My mind is dazzled with the sun hitting the water's surface. Even though I see it from just below - I see it still, and I am dazzled.
I have been given an offer which if I take it - everything changes. At least, I think I have been given an offer. It is tentative at best. I do not know what would become of me, if to it I committed my weight.
How do I trust it? How do I trust him?
Why do I want to?
Each way I turn, I am greeted by a different mirror image of myself. The unfolding possibles of the future are growing restless.
I do not want to fall, here. Falling in water is very easy. In dry air, it is very painful.
I need to talk with the Sword Made Flesh. It is not impossible that he will, after all, slay the budding instinct in my breast, and then - then, it becomes so much clearer; so much easier to turn away.
My brothers would grieve if I went forward, I think. And I would grieve to lose them...
I have been given an offer which if I take it - everything changes. At least, I think I have been given an offer. It is tentative at best. I do not know what would become of me, if to it I committed my weight.
How do I trust it? How do I trust him?
Why do I want to?
Each way I turn, I am greeted by a different mirror image of myself. The unfolding possibles of the future are growing restless.
I do not want to fall, here. Falling in water is very easy. In dry air, it is very painful.
I need to talk with the Sword Made Flesh. It is not impossible that he will, after all, slay the budding instinct in my breast, and then - then, it becomes so much clearer; so much easier to turn away.
My brothers would grieve if I went forward, I think. And I would grieve to lose them...