“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian’s daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?”
-Mark Twain-
so i miss that someone !
Will come ! And will go ! Hoping will find the intelligence to remain.
Hmmm
the wind started to blow, the sun is hiding behind the cloud curtains and the autumn is here. Kind of fall that I like so much.
Kind of weakness that fills my soul with the strangest mixture ever existing.
My feelings are flying on the wings of an Irish song and if I could choose at this point the destination for the next day, would definitely be a castle in the realm of Emerald. Living my paladin story in a city of love.
I like to sleep when it's raining and I like to dream. Dreams haunted by my desires only.
And there are two hands missing, two hands that walk in the rain, one on the other, not feeling the cold around, but just emanate the warmth of their emotions. But one of them is writing these lines here and the other is out there, somewhere, not knowing that it is a part of this improvised scenario. Doesn't found out yet and probably will never know.
And there are 2 pair of eyes missing, eyes who can see beyond words that means more than words could ever say in thousands of phrases. Those 4 eyes, which has the ability and stubborness to stare. Watching one to another, in the same direction somehow, almost incomprehensible.
Who ? Where? When ? Why ?
Just it.
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