My life is full with trouble… mostly of my own making.
My life is filled with grief, from people that I can't let go.
I shun people, I love people, both of which don’t deserve.

I see words on an old lovers wall and through the memories glean some knowledge.
“I like people who aren’t pretending to be something they are not.”

And it is all simple again.

Let the daemon rest, let some of yourself through.
Just do as you feel, not what you feel you should do.
What peace comes from such simplicity.
So bitter sweet is it all.

Death is inevitable, of others and of self.
What you can not change you should not fear.
If death holds such certainty then it is life which we should be terrified of.

Because we can shape all aspects of it, and at the same time so easily squander every moment. The greatest fear lies at the end of life not in the act of dying, but looking back at the act of living. It is when you are judged for your life, for every moment by the cruelest arbiter, yourself.

For the story you chose to write and for the story you chose to leave behind.
For how you chose to define your life and your time upon this world.

For I do lose myself down the channels of the world.
Anger, Hate and Selfishness are the vices which take hold.

I can’t see or speak sometimes for the darkness that clouds around me.
But I have to remember to stay in the light, no matter the evils that may hound me.

Watch for the travelers that carry no marks. Some may wear their journey through ink, others through the mark of the blade or the tool. But those that have neither, yet cross the lands as if they were wading through water.

They may carry their marks inside.

Where they can stretch the skies and fill the oceans, without ever being seen. Those are the travelers to watch for, not the ones with letters or pictures adorning them, but the ones who are marked only by their dreams.