Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.
( The Prophet- Kahlil Gibran)
A/N i found this writing on my old files, and it showed my real feelings right now about all rumors about my Rising Gods. i didn't mean to be so hopeless or hysterical, i'm just too weak i guess, so this is my feelings.