I Know You Think That I Have

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

Be Happy That After Living So Many Lives, I Finally Found Something To Die For

I Struggled To Find The Words To Name The Feelings That Flooded Through Me, But I Had No Words Strong Enough To Hold Them. For A Long Moment, I Drowned In Them. When I Surfaced, I Was Not The Same Man I Had Been. My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

His Skin Was A Pretty Colour, It Made Me Jealous. Jacob Noticed My Scrutiny. What?" He Asked, Suddenly Self-conscious. "nothing. I Just Hadn't Realised Before. Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?" Once The Words Slipped Out, I Worried That He Might Take My Implusive Observation The Wrong Way. But Jacob Rolled His Eyes. "you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?" "i'm Serious." Well, Then, Thanks. Sort Of." I Grinned. "you're Sort Of Welcome.

Good Or Bad? Good. That's What I Thought