In the splendour of the night
I've found company
Once again I feel that life's begun
All the wrongs seem to be right
Drowned in ecstasy
Every star is like a newborn sun
A Feast for the Vain by Kamelot

I've long ago forgotten who's who in this rollercoaster ride of emotions. But I always know that together we go up, and together we go down. How often we fight to the death, how often we prevail together... Perhaps something snapped long ago. Though I've always been more than freakish in the aspects of the mind. I've tried to name you all... but you're like an endless nation and what can count as one? You're my passion, you're my bane. And heaven knows I hate your guts to death and love them to life again. You never cease to amaze me, your talents, your thoughts and jokes, the cruel teasing you taunt me with, and how you can shred me to pieces. We're like siblings, one giant family, and yet we're so much more. Oh the ecstacy of the endless battle, how it ignites the writer in my veins! How it destroys me, how it revives me. Do I need anything other than you? Perhaps good music, for our battles to dance to!

You hold me back from my pride, you hurt me with your words and you scare all I know if your dares of taking mortal life from me. Like a monster you so infect me. And yet you're my burning passion, the endless river of inspiration, you're the wind under my wings, you decide if I crash, or if I sore over the sun. Your mystery intrigues me in ways that I so wish you potray you in the arts, but as swiftly as I do you change your form, what a mystifying creature!

But in the end is there truly any mystery? Is there anything glorious about either of us? Or do we stand as amazingless flesh? Who can say for I am you and you are me, fused on levels soulmates can never feel. To love you is to love myself, and to scorn you is to shatter myself.

Oh will anyone understand that nothing can be simplified and by and by understood? Will they ever feel what I so feel? For so here stands a grand aspect of life! A world more intricate, beautiful and detailed then this barren rock we so dwell on...

<To Be Continued...?>