Hope

Jul 20, 2004 19:04

My mind has wandered to the very brink of desolation and back again. When he leaves for his nightly sojourn, where I do not know, I begin to worry. My boundless imagination seems to be playing the part of the demon that stokes the fires of my anger and fear. He has no reason to leave me, not even for her. Here, we three make this our home. Here it ( Read more... )

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chansondenuit July 20 2004, 23:52:43 UTC
Perhaps I have little to offer, but should you ever care to converse...?
What you speak of is perhaps quite unknown to me--the particular depths of the feeling, as relentlessly reinvoked--but what I have known of suffering and grief, longing and despair, has made enough an impact that your words touch me. I'm sorry to hear the torment which plagues you.

If ever you would allow it, I would be honored to share with you. Or, to listen.
Rather presumptuous of me again, yet in instance being so is all which allows me to speak.

Take care, Mael. I so hope all is well.

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maelv August 29 2006, 19:56:44 UTC
One night, perhaps we can talk. If you wish it. I cannot say how receptive I will be. You might catch me on a night when I will be happy to do so.

We shall see.

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avicus July 1 2007, 08:42:25 UTC
Why do you torment yourself in this way?

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