There are so many people in this world, so many life signs and voices that play together like a vast symphony. I crosslegged on a rock, listening to everything around me and jotting it down in this book. Wars are being fought, saints and sinners dance their eternal dances in attempts to dominate one another, and the only innocence in the world lies in the hearts of children. The rock beneath me vibrates with the movements of the planet below, unheeding of the short-lived races that walk its soils. And so I must be, below all but above all, a being in judgement of what he sees.
 The Saint of Ravens · Wed Feb 25, 2009 @ 07:17pm · 1 Comments |
