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Fatima's Diary
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reflections for the lost12. NamesI am drawn back to thinking of that book. I have tried and twisted it's truth about so in my dreams that much of it is unclear to me now. I have spent the day in silence again, hoping to fill myself with the Else and stir the wells of dream in me, to bring out the truth written in those pages. I cannot think nor speak a lie. I am unable to deny the paths described in that tome. I know that I cannot flee from my fate, for burned bright in my memory, upon the top and bottom of each page, burnished in a platinum glow, was my true name. I had not even known the spelling of it, only the sound it makes, like a ripple in the Else held within me. Whenever I think of it, another ripple walks through me, like a shiver slowly drawing from my center on out. My mother was an angel. My father was a demon. I shall walk both paths as far as they will take me. Light and Il‰h willing, I will pray for my salvation and rebirth.Previous Entry Next Entry |