What I'd give for a dream to happen. A reality from the dust; a truth to unfurl and present itself to me.
That is the present that I want. The hope in the unseen; the warmth of the glow that is and has not been.
I called him Elujah; name of names. A servant of times and past hearts long lost.
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I'm oblivious to hurtful words now. It's only taken me what 15 something years to perfect? This art of staring into an abyss and not losing one's self.
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I'm sitting in a public library right now. The words that I'm typing are neither pertinent to the processes that are running through my mind at the present; nor are they sure what I'm thinking of. I don't really feel safe here since it's a new environment and as I try to adapt to my surroundings, I have the nagging suspicion that someone or something is keeping tabs on me.
I'm trying my best to keep track of movement around me and i my current coordinates I feel safe enough. But safety in a foreign location is a fault that can never be remedied. Vigilance sir; VIGILANCE!
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