If only the below was true...
The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath; it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
'Tis mightiest in the mighties'; it bcomes the throned monarch better than his crown
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,the attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; but mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings; it is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's. When mercy seasons justice.
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Same story. Sigh, everyday I watch as he tries, everyday I watch as he advises me from faraway, everyday I watch as she falsls prey
I'm still in slacker mode, it's holding me back. It's coming again. Alleria's running away, or am I running away from her?
I don't understand, is he trolling me? Or is he just trying to confuse? Every time I speak that language, he gives me back a riddle in which I cannot solve.
Is he telling me something?
I watch from afar.
I know it's coming
I will try my best, it's my life. We shall work hard together. I will learn how to accept and as such become a better human.
My bows are ready, now my arrows and accuracy need to be finetuned to help my comrades...
I'm confused once again.
I know what I must do, but can I answer the questions I ask myself again? Can I? Or are the questions left hanging there in the air? I cannot wait for someone else to answer, nor let myself run free without thinking. I must act.
But I cannot tell.
Everyday is a new start, must to my life's expectations. I keep holding back, because I cannot tell it yet. Only she knows, for she runs
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