307th Post
Another day.
In which immortals lay in their rest of death.
While mortals.
Are up and about.
Immortals ask.
You being one of us.
Walker of the shadows.
How is it you survive the light.
My reply.
I am different.
Neither a true walker of the shadows.
Nor a true walker of the light.
But somewhat in between of both.
Drinker of the blood.
That i am.
Often it begs the question.
Why do we exist?
What purpose do we serve with our existence?
Two simple questions.
But the most difficult to answer.
Perhaps it's because we are still searching for it.
An elusive answer that selects its people.
As i slowly fall into the exhausted sleep of the immortals.
I wonder.
What messages will be conveyed to me in the dream world.
In which immortals lay in their rest of death.
While mortals.
Are up and about.
Immortals ask.
You being one of us.
Walker of the shadows.
How is it you survive the light.
My reply.
I am different.
Neither a true walker of the shadows.
Nor a true walker of the light.
But somewhat in between of both.
Drinker of the blood.
That i am.
Often it begs the question.
Why do we exist?
What purpose do we serve with our existence?
Two simple questions.
But the most difficult to answer.
Perhaps it's because we are still searching for it.
An elusive answer that selects its people.
As i slowly fall into the exhausted sleep of the immortals.
I wonder.
What messages will be conveyed to me in the dream world.
