Trick 3 - The Disadvantages of Living

Ventus

To those whom are loved by the wind
Those who, loved by the goddess, seek
She descends with wings black and white, spread afar

All have the ability to soar the skies
Those, who have the biggest wings, fly the highest
Those, who fly the highest, fall the farthest

What love, what life, lives the flightless bird
Wings clipped, there are no dreams, no glory remains

Nothing shall forestall my return
To burn the sands, the dusk, the skies
I offer this to thee, this my silent sacrifice


Lesson 3: Destruction is a form of creation.

Trick 2 - Space Cadet. Pull Out.

I find myself conflicted. The more I think about my individual self, the worse it gets. Who am I? I have no answers. Am I the self I truly wish to be, or am I only what others will accept? I hunger. I hate. I envy. I lust. I need. I seek. Only basic facts I know of myself. Oh, to answer that question. To know. For I know that no one ever truly knows all of their self, but most at least have some understanding. But I cannot fathom one. Every time I find an answer, I reject it. I know that I am afraid to know the truth. For the me that I am could very likely be a lie. A stranger.

More and more I catch myself envying others. Especially those in intimate relationships or those with close friends. I want what they have. And I hate it. I never want to be dependent on others. Others will leave. And hurt. I only have myself to depend on. But still I lust for it. This makes me rage inside. The beast prowls, pushes itself against the bars of the cage and they bend. Such stupid, hypocritical thoughts. I do not want them. I will not allow others to break me like how I have seen it happen to others. I think them for fools. The snotty little hypocrite I am. I do not need others. Besides the end is absolute. And I will die alone.

Lesson 2: Everyone dies alone.