tonight I find myself within the chambers of SansinGaulf —remember him, my readers?
Those silences you fall into —you know them? he hears all those things I silently say.within my inner chambers.to go past but are caught in the snare of the boring same old threats that kept the progress of the journey former road blocked time and again
no.i just sit in his chamber with its lush celestial, cobalt blue velvets. I don’t talk. I don’t even look at him. but I feel his gaze upon me. his ever patient gaze that never looks away.and indulges me from afar, as I well know but —I’ve run out of the energy to ….believe—?or the faith of it….possibly; I’m not sure at all….but in Sansingaulf’s chamber ….we are away from the world for awhile.So I don’t want words about the very things I want to escape from.the fierce snd terrible pain of life that is really more Hell than what thereafter may afford I’ve awaken to understand ….anymore….
“What am I do—“
I start to say
“No—be silent and say not those thoughts aloud that will only foul your thoughts down directions we’ve come too far to be destroyed by,” Sansingaulf rises from his marble throne and walks over to me,
but I look away…. my thoughts ….
“my daughter,” he says unexpectedly
perhaps unfair …. he saved her from the trap when her wing was caught ….
“don’t give up,” he says
my thoughts
my silent reply—he cannot censure my thoughts
“it matters because there is a reason you were saved ….I have a soft spot for you, call it ….you can still have everything ….my daughter ….”
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