Rant
Every scent that has hung in the air lately bears the beckoning of my past. Those deep and solemn memories call so reluctantly and yet I hear them just as loudly as a bull horn. The storms that I’ve weathered and again I thought I’d never say its been enough for me to take. My infinite spirit creates a divide between what they see and what I hide. All that pressure gets to you and all you can do is wait until something happens. I am waiting for a battle that may never come. Though I am not prepared in the slightest my warrior’s soul yearns so badly for a fight that might whither into nothingness if I am not allowed to show my power. I am weary of dragging my feet in the dust, I am tired of holding my tongue, lowering my head. The prideful animal that I am has had enough. Adversely to rise up from this would be to abandon the mission of my life.
There is one here in this place I find myself trapped who does me the most disruption. Off my balance I was thrown but the choice to let it was my own. I was lost and I paid a price to get back that trust of myself I had. This one makes the soul feel heavy but I can’t stay away. I seem to need to do something and that question keeps leading me astray. I am strong I’ll sever my ties, but in the long run was it all lies? I don’t know and never may, but whatever the case I’ll fight any way. I am made to do just that, with sword or with my mind I will find peace. This is it I am through, I love you all now go out and do whatever it is that helps you find the truth. Be you not alone in any weather, there is always love in my heart for you who’ve supported me through it all.
