V.I.

I shall forgive you for endeavoring to give me the impression you favored Merlin. Really how very tiresome it is to hear of his prowess, I might prefer to hear of those he overshadowed. Their stories may not be as grand, but I feel they move with a deeper emotion that is lacking when it comes to what we know of Merlin.

How could I not see the beauty in such words, however tinted in chaos they might be? They depict something unusual. Not all that is unusual is ugly or mundane. Even a thorn has a beauty to it. It curves in a fashion as if it were a woman, hiding danger in its most mundane being. And yet, when one is pricked by it there is a ruby red spill of blood, a color that can hardly be captured by paints as it might be in the very depth of words.

While my own words may be whimsical in their depiction of such matters, there are days when I feel as if they are leading me away from reality. Soft clouds, whistling breezes, a world that calls to me, stretching out its hand and begging me to take it, to embrace the oblivion beyond. But these are fancies my siblings dare not listen to me voice.

Yet your own words, your own depiction set me trembling. There is no He pulling me forward, no She guiding me to the sweet suchre of what is just beyond that misty boundary. How shackling to feel as if one's worth is slipping away, as if that thorn pricked not one's being but rather one's soul. I should hate to feel that. I would rather slip into the clouds and meadows with joyful abandon than to sink into the abyss of obsession. There is a beauty in thinking nothing, don't you think?

You mistake my question. I merely asked if I ought to be. Not that I was.

Kindly,
S.D.

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