An Entry to the Pages

I should say nothing. I learn much more that way. Looks finally come my way when I am talking to you. But there are only of disapproval and mistrust. There is no crime in what I do! I will not apologize for feeling sane. Where is the line between your fashion and your mind? Shall the sins of my past curse me now. These secrets I hear form her I shall carry with me to my grave! How dare you judge me! This is a declaration of intent to breathe. 

A scar I wear around my neck. It hangs close to my throat as at any moment it may suffocate me. Perhaps I enjoy the idea of that more than I should. A flickering candle that floats slowly down a river. I would enjoy such an end very much. Though to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Shall I cut the curtains and have the play go on? Shall if cover yours eyes if only to spare you the sight of my face? You will find that the players appear brighter when not in the stage light. My face is more tolerable when it has served its purpose. But to spare you this sight, this hardship. Such suffering I would be sparring you in doing so. Perhaps that is a mistake. The memory of him still lives upon this face. I know you still see it. If it is a face of old virtues or rather forgotten mentors I leave that up to you.