Sunday, December 10, 2006

and this man who lived in the kingdom. four scars he had nursed. when he made that decision to reside in this kingdom. two best friends he had by his side. two citizens who taught him all he had known. yet one by one, they left the kingdom. he lost sight of them. once in awhile, when he went out of the kingdom, into the woods, he would see them, a pale shadow of themselves. word came that some entered into the kingdom far away, one that was filled with crime, theives and people who indulged in all that was immoral. it pained him greatly.

that day the woman left. the man was broken. he would stand on the top of the city gates he had confined himself in, looking, his eyes searching out far in the lands ahead, he was worried sick, each day, he continued to look, hoping that one day, the woman would return. that night, for the first time in a long time, he shed a tear, that tear became many. word came that she hated him, she hated the king, she no longer wanted to come back. it hurt him greatly, he cried, he could not sleep. cus in his heart, he knew she still mattered.

as he lay in his bed, he thought to himself, nursing the deep wound in his heart, hardly relaxed, the feeling of total unrest and anxiety overwhelming him, as he thought about her suffering, tears streaned down his cheeks. was his decision to confine himself the right one?

|cowpoo| 3:57 PM|

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