It's a strange sensation, teetering between the two extremes. One is the inclination to reach out, to shine, while the other urges the quiet safety of hiding.

Happiness skitters around, erratic and fleeting, yet sorrow slips in, unbidden, and envelopes me in an invisible shroud.

Today i didn't awake full of power and ready to face the day. I wished the night had gone longer, the sun had not risen, the fences were higher to hide me.

Tired. Lonely. Overworked!

Sometimes i get tired of giving, and i just want to take. Or do i already take too much? And taking feels selfish. Yet i like to give. What is my problem???

Waiting, reaching, recoiling, turning, hoping, striving. Courage! Faith. Love. Endurance. Get thee hence, serpent.

Something's wrong. My greatest desire is to slide off into some safe, dark, quiet place and be hidden.

Yeah. Well, i seem to be vital to everyone's existence, but i am otherwise invisible. Or is it disposable?

Such wondrous beauty, as though from a dream! But alas, time moves on.

Tired of running, but life will steamroll me if i stop...

Kept prisoner from restful slumber, i am mercilessly pushed onward through marsh and up rocky slopes. I am weary!

Shut off the outside, hold back the light. Bring in the darkness, for day feels like night. Sorrow so heavy burns in the sun. Keep it in secret, suffer alone.

Shut off the outside, hold back the light. Bring in the darkness, for day feels like night. Sorrow so heavy burns in the sun. Keep it in secret, suffer alone.

The morning dawns cold and rainy. The grey sky mutes the colours of the foerest, the gentle rain blanketing it with a quiet hush. It is peaceful.

Tiptoe through the forest with a silent step and a sharp sword.