The King of Nowhere Asks the Demon Ice...

The King : and what have your trvals brought you? Demonic Ice : Knowledge about ppl, language, myself... a reality that the world is never as big as it seems and yet infinitely larger at the same timeThe King : and what have you learned from your times alone in the night, or from the times surounded by thousands in a city?Demonic Ice : alone in the night i have realized that I am usually the only person I can depend upon, the only person who cares and the only one who is awareDemonic Ice : and when in the city I realize none of that is really true unless I want it to beThe King : and have you had any rubs with things witch do not belong? Demonic Ice : everything belongs, wverything has a purposeDemonic Ice : whether one understands that purpose is what is needed to be askedThe King : What of things that have never been and never will be, are they nothing but the mirror to what is? Demonic Ice : possibly, but time is never a constant so what is may not be and what was could be yet againThe King : Ah, but these are things witch creep and hind in the edges of things, where what is and what isn't, is not as sure, and where magic still lives and the land can still speak Demonic Ice : Magic will always be and the land can never be silencedThe King : but, people can choose to ignor, and have done so, thus forced it to retreat into the woodwork from whence things here now used to populateDemonic Ice : ah but have you not noticed the things come backDemonic Ice : they can be displaced, but not replacedThe King : True, but I myself am no longer truely what I was, for touched i have been by things unseen, and interesting times never seem to leaveDemonic Ice : truly blessed are those the unseen things take notice ofThe King : or truely cursed, but it is most truely a two sided blade with wtch one is givenDemonic Ice : and the trick is keeping yourself from being cut by said bladeDemonic Ice : meditation, ritual, all such things aid that taskThe King : sometimes, rideing the winds of chance and luck, to let your self fall and fly in the sky of fate is all one would need to set themselves free, but with taht freedom comes the chance of never coming backDemonic Ice : trueThe King : unless of course, there was someone you forgot to bring with you, someone very dear and close to your heart, for love can lead the blind and sing to the deaf. And you will always find your way back, when it is true at lest.Demonic Ice : You should keep such writings for dark timesDemonic Ice : hold onto them in journalsThe King : the dark times have been here for some time now