darkchylde

I would love to know why people ask you for the world, not all it's possessions or trappings, but the soul of it. To dwell there, be a part of it and to take on all of it, thusly becoming it's core an then when dark day shine and cold nights come they flee it, and seek solace in the masses to become lost to that first place and leave you bereft of the sun that warmed it?

Mayhaps there is a ray, to bask in just a pinpoint would be glorious.