This is the deciding point, then.

To step out and up, on high, where all can see.

It is not something I enjoy.

But the necessities of life tend to be like that, don't they?

I do not relish this possibility.

I would have other work to attend to. But, I suppose, it may very well be an obligation.

Or, at least, it would be a favor asked for by the correct person.

How things will turn is close, now. There is no prediction to be made. Only waiting.

I'll find you yet ( Read more... )

The life of a nomad comes to an end, for now. Perhaps in months, perhaps in ten years, it will start again ( Read more... )

One can only spend so much time by themselves.

The method changes, but the course remains the same.

Once again, it looks like the search for the answers may have to be delayed.

Still, the rain has gone.

A change in pace is always welcome. Repetition can only go so far.

And the pulse of the world tenses, then beats, faster and faster.

I wonder. Forty days and forty nights? Perhaps.

But I think the sun will come out before then.

Quiet can never be maintained. Not even at the end of the world.

Some would envy ghosts. What obligations to the world do they have?

All too many.

The question is now, what direction to take?

( Locked to Zexion )

Can't wear my suit today.

Suppose I might even take the day off, to enjoy it.