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To my love and joy,
There is darkness around me. A room of shadows, you would say.
There are no walls, no ceilings, no floor for my broken legs to stand upon.
It is not a room then, you would say
Shadows are all that surround me here, in this strange place.
You would know what I mean, I'm sure.
You're always so good at understanding my words - the messages hidden behind jagged sentences.
Perhaps this is what you see.
When you run off to hide in that place you call your mind.
Such a shame that you must be hunted by pain
Pain has no place in our world.
Our.
I've always wondered if you knew why I say it so often. Or if you even notice - although I'm sure you do.
I say ‘our’ because it's us, as it always has been, and as it always will be.
You and me - in the desert once more. Walks in the sand, new pranks by the day, memories being made.
Memories I will bring with me to the grave.
There are moments where I wonder if our world is indeed your worldas well.
If the joy and pain we have felt together is the same pain and joy you feel.
You always seem so far away - hidden in that mind of yours, I'm sure.
You and your broken mind, me and my body of pain - no wonder we make such a good pair.
You're so full of pain - your joy fighting to be heard
That's how you see it, I know.
The suffering taking your joy, stealing it away in a place you could never find yourself. Help? Oh how you would laugh in my face for suggesting such a thing
I try to see it another way - my joy takes my pain and silences it, if only just for a moment.
A moment where I see the future and not the past.
I can only hope my joy helps you do the same
We even each other out I suppose
Cynical and unquestioning.
Joy and pain.
Put it together and we make a whole.
That's what people say is it not?
A pair to a whole, two negatives for a positive, two sides of a coin. Fate.
Or delusion, you might call it.
People talk of fears, what holds us back.
To have your choice taken away, that is your worst fear.
To be trapped not just in your mind but in your body as well. To have your future dictated before you were born, just by who you were destined to be. That could never be of good intent - not to you.
Density, fate, whatever you want to call it, that is your fear.
I hope I let you see that freedom is always there, no matter what they say.
You may fall a little before you find it - but it will always be there for you to find.
I hope you can see the sun in the burning heat - the joy of the desert
I hope you walk away from the pain, from the bodies.
My body/
I hope you find joy
I hope you'll remember me and trust in what you call my delusion.
I hope for once in your life that you'll believe in yourself, in joy, and in us.
I hope you'll find your way to me soon. And we can both be free from this pain you call life.
- Your love, who hopes you'll find joy again -
He has no pen, no paper - not even a piece of chalk.
But somehow, Scar knows.
He knows his words will reach his love, his joy.
Because there is something so undeniable, so ineffable, about them.
Somehow, he knows that, in every world, he will find Grian
For, in every world Scar looks for joy, just as Grian looks for a savior.
So in every world, they will find each other.
With the promise of love returning to him, Scar closes his eyes at last.
He may face up or down,
left or right
But to Scar, in this moment, it does not matter.
For he is to dream of his love, and that is all he needs to feel free