Ari's Journal

Once upon a cold sweet night I danced these golden halls, twirling and swirling like I’d attended a grande high ball. My steps were like a master guiding me anon.. but as I glanced at myself in front of the mirror... I realized then I was truly alone. ~ Ariaut in younger years...

Ariaut slowly dipped the quill into ink and stopped to stare out the window. Whence upon his return things seemed so much different.. not that he had alot of time to fully consider it all. Knowing he never really healed from the wounds of that ‘war’ he fought. He only just now realized that he stopped feeling all together. The realization that his life stopped completely dawned on him but once or twice.. Now the real question was. Could he start living again...?

“A falling star… fell from your heart.. and landed in my eye…”

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