What is the essence of living? It is a complicated question, one of great magnitude, I know, and I shall not venture to look for the entire point of living. But just to live… It is unknown to me. Until recently I have been so focused on maintaining the balance that the significance of actually living, not just surviving, never held much importance ( Read more... )

If I thought that my world had settled into normality, that this recent transformation of spirit was all I would go through regarding such changes, then I was very wrong ( Read more... )

There are other subjects that I would rather write about at the moment. But I must follow the trail, write everything in the order it happened in. It has been too long since I last left off. But that night is nevertheless the point at which I must continue ( Read more... )

How does one describe the events that a life is comprised of? To me, there is no luck, only things that happen and things that do not, yet fate seems to be an insufficient word and term. You can go through life being almost entirely alone, yet you can never free yourself of the web of actions of the rest of the world, it will always return to ( Read more... )

Yesterday I saw his face again, on the front page of a tabloid. He has been declared missing. I wonder if the police will find their way here. I have gotten thoroughly rid of any trace of him that I have been able to find, and his jacket was claimed by my strange rescuer, but I still fear that there is something I may have overlooked. But what ( Read more... )

I returned to my home earlier this week, having since done my best to put those measures I discussed with Grae into effect ( Read more... )

I remained sitting there, just staring out into the air for a while. When the tingling in my fingers had begun announcing that the blood was returning, I considered writing to Grae. But he might not see the message until later, and I found I needed his help. He could not change what had just happened, but his presence might very well make a ( Read more... )

Since I now know that Grae is not alone in reading this, I suppose I should censor myself to a larger degree. But in this particular case I will not. Though I have no wish to provide any form of entertainment to certain obscure elements, I could never be able to fully imagine and comprehend what those types would find interesting, and I do not wish ( Read more... )

I am safe now. But yesterday… It was so close. The event I had feared more than anything else came to pass. He found me. He bought that portrait. Through that young woman who showed up here looking uncomfortable, barely three days ago. I feel upset with myself for not realising that it was a possibility. Perhaps a tiny part of me suspected that he ( Read more... )

It has been very hot these last few days. The door from my rooms to the great hall was open, to let in some air. If it had not been, I may never have heard her. I was in my room, standing in front of my painting utensils, wondering if I would be able to pick up the brush today. There was a slight creak from the main entrance, and a voice said hello ( Read more... )