silent_songbird: (Default)
[personal profile] silent_songbird
Not that I am particularly loquacious in person, unless I find myself enamored of the topic, but... yes. I have arrived on the World Wide Web at last, after threatening to do so for a good while. What will happen now that I am here remains to be seen.

I find myself disposed to be gregarious tonight. Perhaps this is a result of the unfortunate and involuntary solitude I have experienced of late. Dread distance when you choose a career, reader, for it more than anything else will take you away from everything you hold dear. Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder did not include our kind in that assessment, for not only does it make the heart grow fonder, it makes the heart break. Oh, just a little, and the cracks can be patched up if one moves quickly enough. But underneath the sticking-plasters the flaws remain. Contrary to popular opinion--and the media that likes to propogate it--we are not indestructible. We hurt. We bleed. We even die. Yes, of course, the stakes, the crosses, the garlic, the blasted sun, all that can injure us, and does. But that only destroys the shell. The Soul the Church denies us can die long before our flesh falls to ash in the slayer's hands. That is the only death that matters in the end.

Pray you are never the cause of such pain. We are denied Confession too, you know.


silent_songbird: (Default)

March 2010

21222324 252627

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags