Fate has only one rool: evarything must pass. Life, death, rebirth, good, bad, ugly beutaful. All things must pass.
One day I will pass to. Balor wills it to be. Today is not the day. I sit in the hospatal. I hate it here. It is a lonlee plass. It always has bin.
I have a new scar. It is big and hurts me. From my belly to my hip. It cut me hard I think. The heelars sed my blood woud stop fer me. They sed I was no longer a reel woman. I do not no wat they ment. But, deep inside, it hurts me. Melchior heeled me so mebbe they are wrong. I do not no. I do not no why Melchior heeled me. I thot He did not want me no mor. I do not understand why he seeled me up.
I am trying to undarstand things. I am trying, but the mor I try, the mor things go away frum me. I have bin thinking abot my mum lots. The things she told me. I have bin thinking abot Fate and Destiny and all the things she told me abot Balor.
Circles in circles she sed. She sed we can not skip things becuz they are not nice. Evarything must pass.
What comes next then?
Melchior? Balor? Who is reelee holding my Fate?
I have no choice but to let things pass. To have faith and to trust. I trust in them both so much, but I nevar no wat to do. I nevar git a clue. or mebbe i nevar see the clues.
I have to heel.
Posted by Tzoli at June 26, 2005 01:59 PM