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We came upon another cross-road at 08:24 a.m., Monday, September 30, 2002 :
One of These Days

Patience, boy, patience. Relax. Keep your chin up and your worries down, like you always tell everyone else to. Let go the guilt, let go the pain, let go the regrets.

It's always been a problem with you, you know. Living in the past has become too much a habit. It's time to pull yourself into the present again, boy, and look toward the future. If you'd only get your act together with your schooling, all would be well for now. Life is good, remember? It still is.

A wanderer concentrates on the path beneath his feet. Not the last fork in the road he passed. Now start walking...

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 10:32 p.m., Thursday, September 26, 2002 :

Ah...so it still haunts you after all, does it? The guilt of your failures...the shame of your betrayals. Painful lessons, boy. But lessons learned.

Though it is good to be ashamed of what deserves shame, it is also good to forgive and forget. It must be done eventually. Or else the past rules the future with an iron-fist of self-imposed predestination.

In short, boy: get over it. You must if we are to survive. We walk a shakey path without support now.

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 12:15 a.m., Friday, September 20, 2002 :

*taps his foot on the ground* You crossed to many lines, boy. You promised too much, too fast, with no explanations. If you're going to be THAT open with her, then explain. Explain it all. You're not the boy she met so long ago, and she realizes that, but this might have been more of a difference than she can deal with.

Sleep well, boy.

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 08:05 a.m., Thursday, September 19, 2002 :

It is still a long, winding, and shadowy road ahead. But the journey just took a turn for the better, I think. The road doesn't seem quite so dusty anymore, and several rocks have been removed.

His dreams are like nothing he's ever had before. They frighten and fascinate him, repulse him and attract him all at once. He has embraced them, though he is still not used to them.

I hope she treats you right boy. You've bent your heart for the last time. It's all or nothing from here, and you may very well die single.

But that thought doesn't really bother you, does it? Your dedication is impressive. And your faith is...peculiar. Though abandoned, it seems stronger than ever, and I think you see it more clearly now. A fascinating paradox.

Good luck, boy. Guard her well.

Music of the Moment: "Because You Loved Me"

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 08:42 a.m., Wednesday, September 11, 2002 :

Four days straight he's dreamed of that angel with black wings. Is it coincidence or omen, I wonder... Well, so long as the cat keeps it at bay, I suppose it matters little.

Congratulations, boy. To be honest, I didn't think you had it in you. Maybe now you can start going back to church.

*sings quietly as the journey is resumed*
If I can make the heavens...
If I can make it rain...
If I can make your heart beat...
Then I can ease your pain.
If I'm the only answer,
The only one that's right,
Then why are you still searching?
Why do you still fight?

When I can do things,
Things you never knew:
Change your world,
Make it all brand-new.
I can do miracles if you want me to.
Anything is possible, for you.

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 03:18 p.m., Wednesday, September 4, 2002 :

A dark night, with troublesome dreams, portends a day hard as rock. It has begun, for better or worse.

This time we did not come to the cross-roads. The cross-roads came to us, in the night, and brought strange company with it. An angel with black wings. A blue cat with a friend's voice. And a mirror, taking all into itself and reflecting only one.

For those with faith, pray. For those faithless...how DO you survive these days?

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 12:01 a.m., Friday, August 30, 2002 :

I thought for a moment that you might be getting better. I thought maybe you had learned something, boy. But you're still a fool.

That was a dangerous thing to do. I know you're torn. I know you're desperate. But you can't pull her strings like that. You just can't. You should not have said that. Not with this fear still in your heart. And I know you don't mean to do it. You don't like to see her hurt. But you can't stand not to see her at all...

Well...now you've set the sands in motion. The hour-glass is pouring. There's nothing to be done for the past, so it's the present you have to deal with. Can you do it, boy? If you're going to do this...if you think you can make this move...then do so, and quickly. If not...then you have laid the bloody remains of your good name on a grim alter.

Cross-roads, boy: there's only one direction.

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 01:13 p.m., Tuesday, August 27, 2002 :

He used to think he could handle stress well. Now he has begun to realize the truth. There are actually only a few situations he finds stressful...but he does not handle them well at all. Now he's neck-deep in it, and in a state of near-panic.

It's that terrifying moment when all the air leaves your lungs and refuses to return. He's so tense he can't relaxe enough to breathe, and the fact that there's nothing to be so scared of is what scares him the most, perhaps. Sometimes a person takes responsibilities on themselves that aren't really theirs. Sometimes they take so many that the weight starts to crush them.

Lighten your load, boy, before you crush the life from yourself.

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 01:33 p.m., Monday, August 26, 2002 :

Words have failed him again. Probably not for the last time, though it always feels like the first time. For a boy who lives on his word, it is an indescribable feeling of betrayal when the words refuse to come, refuse to describe, refuse to make sense.

Perhaps what he is trying to say was not meant to be said. Divinity has a way of enforcing his intentions, as undeniably as the laws of physics have a way of enforcing themselves in the natural world.

Dreamer is dying, though he does not understand it. Perhaps he is already dead. A ghost alone remains, waiting for the realization to sink in. Kimi has been gone for months, broken and sorrowful, to a place where the truly pure can find succor. Nightmare would be ruling the Dreamer's Home now, except that he finds himself strangely restrained. There is even a desire growing within him...a longing to be angelic again. So he is also too preoccupied to lead this drowning life to closure.

That leaves only me. And who I am I do not know. But this is my journey now, and I suppose my responsibility as well. I must now be the mediator between his worlds, at least for a time. Until the next stage of life begins. We shall see what the boy learns, and if he will ever come to be the man in his dreams...

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 01:40 p.m., Tuesday, August 20, 2002 :
Hotel California

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
....
Where dwell the Ghouls, —
By each spot the most unholy —
In each nook most melancholy, —
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past —
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by —
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth — and Heaven.
....
BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

~"Dream-Land," Edgar Allan Poe

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...

We came upon another cross-road at 11:12 a.m., Tuesday, August 20, 2002 :

It is a long and winding road. A voyage dusty and lonely, and the horizon that is our destination never seems to draw any closer. Perhaps, to pass the time, I will tell tales of what I have seen, heard, and known...

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...


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	Diaries of the Dark-Eyed Wanderer Credits + Extras Latest Entries: We came upon another cross-road at 08:24 a.m., Monday, September 30, 2002 : One of These Days Patience, boy, patience. Relax. Keep your chin up and your worries down, like you always tell everyone else to. Let go the guilt, let go the pain, let go the regrets. It's always been a problem with you, you know. Living in the past has become too much a habit. It's time to pull yourself into the present again, boy, and look toward the future. If you'd only get your act together with your schooling, all would be well for now. Life is good, remember? It still is. A wanderer concentrates on the path beneath his feet. Not the last fork in the road he passed. Now start walking... Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 10:32 p.m., Thursday, September 26, 2002 : Ah...so it still haunts you after all, does it? The guilt of your failures...the shame of your betrayals. Painful lessons, boy. But lessons learned. Though it is good to be ashamed of what deserves shame, it is also good to forgive and forget. It must be done eventually. Or else the past rules the future with an iron-fist of self-imposed predestination. In short, boy: get over it. You must if we are to survive. We walk a shakey path without support now. Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 12:15 a.m., Friday, September 20, 2002 : taps his foot on the ground You crossed to many lines, boy. You promised too much, too fast, with no explanations. If you're going to be THAT open with her, then explain. Explain it all. You're not the boy she met so long ago, and she realizes that, but this might have been more of a difference than she can deal with. Sleep well, boy. Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 08:05 a.m., Thursday, September 19, 2002 : It is still a long, winding, and shadowy road ahead. But the journey just took a turn for the better, I think. The road doesn't seem quite so dusty anymore, and several rocks have been removed. His dreams are like nothing he's ever had before. They frighten and fascinate him, repulse him and attract him all at once. He has embraced them, though he is still not used to them. I hope she treats you right boy. You've bent your heart for the last time. It's all or nothing from here, and you may very well die single. But that thought doesn't really bother you, does it? Your dedication is impressive. And your faith is...peculiar. Though abandoned, it seems stronger than ever, and I think you see it more clearly now. A fascinating paradox. Good luck, boy. Guard her well. Music of the Moment: "Because You Loved Me" Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 08:42 a.m., Wednesday, September 11, 2002 : Four days straight he's dreamed of that angel with black wings. Is it coincidence or omen, I wonder... Well, so long as the cat keeps it at bay, I suppose it matters little. Congratulations, boy. To be honest, I didn't think you had it in you. Maybe now you can start going back to church. sings quietly as the journey is resumed If I can make the heavens... If I can make it rain... If I can make your heart beat... Then I can ease your pain. If I'm the only answer, The only one that's right, Then why are you still searching? Why do you still fight? When I can do things, Things you never knew: Change your world, Make it all brand-new. I can do miracles if you want me to. Anything is possible, for you. Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 03:18 p.m., Wednesday, September 4, 2002 : A dark night, with troublesome dreams, portends a day hard as rock. It has begun, for better or worse. This time we did not come to the cross-roads. The cross-roads came to us, in the night, and brought strange company with it. An angel with black wings. A blue cat with a friend's voice. And a mirror, taking all into itself and reflecting only one. For those with faith, pray. For those faithless...how DO you survive these days? Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 12:01 a.m., Friday, August 30, 2002 : I thought for a moment that you might be getting better. I thought maybe you had learned something, boy. But you're still a fool. That was a dangerous thing to do. I know you're torn. I know you're desperate. But you can't pull her strings like that. You just can't. You should not have said that. Not with this fear still in your heart. And I know you don't mean to do it. You don't like to see her hurt. But you can't stand not to see her at all... Well...now you've set the sands in motion. The hour-glass is pouring. There's nothing to be done for the past, so it's the present you have to deal with. Can you do it, boy? If you're going to do this...if you think you can make this move...then do so, and quickly. If not...then you have laid the bloody remains of your good name on a grim alter. Cross-roads, boy: there's only one direction. Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 01:13 p.m., Tuesday, August 27, 2002 : He used to think he could handle stress well. Now he has begun to realize the truth. There are actually only a few situations he finds stressful...but he does not handle them well at all. Now he's neck-deep in it, and in a state of near-panic. It's that terrifying moment when all the air leaves your lungs and refuses to return. He's so tense he can't relaxe enough to breathe, and the fact that there's nothing to be so scared of is what scares him the most, perhaps. Sometimes a person takes responsibilities on themselves that aren't really theirs. Sometimes they take so many that the weight starts to crush them. Lighten your load, boy, before you crush the life from yourself. Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 01:33 p.m., Monday, August 26, 2002 : Words have failed him again. Probably not for the last time, though it always feels like the first time. For a boy who lives on his word, it is an indescribable feeling of betrayal when the words refuse to come, refuse to describe, refuse to make sense. Perhaps what he is trying to say was not meant to be said. Divinity has a way of enforcing his intentions, as undeniably as the laws of physics have a way of enforcing themselves in the natural world. Dreamer is dying, though he does not understand it. Perhaps he is already dead. A ghost alone remains, waiting for the realization to sink in. Kimi has been gone for months, broken and sorrowful, to a place where the truly pure can find succor. Nightmare would be ruling the Dreamer's Home now, except that he finds himself strangely restrained. There is even a desire growing within him...a longing to be angelic again. So he is also too preoccupied to lead this drowning life to closure. That leaves only me. And who I am I do not know. But this is my journey now, and I suppose my responsibility as well. I must now be the mediator between his worlds, at least for a time. Until the next stage of life begins. We shall see what the boy learns, and if he will ever come to be the man in his dreams... Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 01:40 p.m., Tuesday, August 20, 2002 : Hotel California BY a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME. .... Where dwell the Ghouls, — By each spot the most unholy — In each nook most melancholy, — There the traveller meets aghast Sheeted Memories of the Past — Shrouded forms that start and sigh As they pass the wanderer by — White-robed forms of friends long given, In agony, to the Earth — and Heaven. .... BY a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly From this ultimate dim Thule. ~"Dream-Land," Edgar Allan Poe Our path chosen, we resume our journey... We came upon another cross-road at 11:12 a.m., Tuesday, August 20, 2002 : It is a long and winding road. A voyage dusty and lonely, and the horizon that is our destination never seems to draw any closer. Perhaps, to pass the time, I will tell tales of what I have seen, heard, and known... Our path chosen, we resume our journey...