Icy teardrops fall from the sky...
the fire burns into the night. I lay awake unable to sleep here, despite the warmth and serenity of what I created.
Sad embrace reveals the card. Everything I worked for, I must let go.
Like an animal, I gaze at these walls and lament in how what was once a paradise now feels only like a cage.
My anger fumes the fire... the strangers, sweet in temprament bask in how easily I ignite these flames.
The heat swallows my emotions. Dries my tears, sucks the moisture into the vent that sends it back out into the rain.
I have been dreaming of my master... I long to see his face. A girl of ten, with an amber necklace wrapped around her neck.
I've been found again after fourteen years, but to what end?
Now we rest in incubation, awaiting tomorrow which stretches endless, evasive and filled with uncertainty.
I have accepted after so many years the traumas that have made a home into the webs of my mind. My nervous system dances in chaos, and bleeds my body into exhaustion.
And in the dreams, my master calls to me... do not despair...
that which you seek is what is seeking you.