Each journey gives rise to chance encounters, and each encounter brings forth a farewell.
When a farewell leads to a journey, the worlds open their hearts.
Those chosen by the light, or ensnared by darkness. Friends who share the same bonds, though their paths may differ.
When you doubt the path trod thus far, when the hand you held is lost to you, gaze anew at the heart that once was…
for all the answers are within.
A long dream.
A sad farewell, hanging in the air in that “world between”.
What is reality? What is illusion? The path chosen by the young boy leads to his memories.
When caught in the stream of the days and nights going past, gaze anew at your steps…
For there all confusion will end.
Will the day come when this battle, born, of confusion, will end?
It is different things to different people.
Can the reality be that which is hidden?
The reason is mere existence.
Still, memories can be believed.
Be not afraid. Entrust your body to the soothing waves of your memories. By and by, your fleeting rest will be over…
And everything will begin.
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.A Thousand Years of Memories.
.memories are immortal, that much is true. everything that we hold dear to us lives on even as the wielder of those memories die. forgotten memories are what they become. some say the world itself is a forgotten memory.but as long as the their is the
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--Can't believe you were once just like everyone else,
then you grew and became the devil himself.})
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Well... Good work ^_^
I think I'm going to subscribed to your journal like Corn's. ^.^