"How about you write about Levia?"
thats what they asked me. To tell them about the inner workings of my soul that i still did not fully understand. To ask someone about the very thing they hate but they know they can not live without, is as if they want me to suffer....
"theres not much that can be said. He is, to say the least, what keeps me going. the thing that keeps me alive no matter how many hits i take no matter how many wounds a sustain. a blessing really. But he is also the thing that has destroyed my life that has killed men in defiance to what i want. all and all, he is my soul and i hate him."
True, it is strange how someone could "hate" there soul. But this wasn't the entire truth. I also loved that he had been awakened. If it wasn't for him this futile effort would be a lost cause. with each sentence that i write i miss her. i miss the friend i lost. but i feel her, her soul is tugging me towards some greater truth. A truth that if found, could disinagrate the lies that i walk on.
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