- - - - - - - - - . . . Wandering Warrior . . . - - - - - - - - -

It begins again. I guess I should have known better than to think that I’d actually stay. I knew better, but I guess dreaming and hoping that I’d finally settle seemed so nice. I actually believed it. Silly yet quite depressing. I know I must travel again. My mission has yet to be finished. I must go on passing many places. Never again will I get close to anyone. Leaving them behind is an unbearable pain to face, to bear. Seeing their eyes so glad at my sight. I guess I was a coward to leave in the night, but I wouldn’t be able to handle their pleas to stay. The looks of pain in their eyes and the feeling of betrayal in their hearts. No, I would have died. Saving them this pain was my last sign of gratitude towards their friendship and towards their kindness. It was also a way to comfort the emptiness that I feel now. The loneliness that I have is nothing new, but it seems to burden me more now. Is it because I had someone to love and someone who loved me back? Is it because I had a family for once in my life. I found a family and now I left them. It was nice. They needed each other and I them. Though I guess, it doesn’t matter now since I’m gone. The day seems grayish. I never noticed it before. I guess it is burdened by my sorrow. Pity, for a day of gloom only brings me down ever more. Yet I must go on. Others are in need of me and if I fail because of my selfishness I may as well stop right here and rot, but I won’t, I must go on. It’s too late to stop now. What a life I lead, so solitary, so alone. I feel no, I don’t feel anymore. I guess I lost it. Walking on just to see more pain and death. Cries of agony, tears of sorrow, and the grin of death and the harsh laughter of evil. I should forget my thoughts and just continue. I’ll be blind and no longer see the teary eyes of fear, the faces of pain and the horrible cries. I’ll just walk on.