Through the mists I feel your presence. You wash over
me like a cleansing rain. You spread calm where rage once ruled me, you
touch me with peace where chaos was once my guide. Your touch of
light within my life, has changed me; no amount of thanks can do you right;
for how can I speak of thank yous, when my soul cannot stop its crying.
I once thought that to be alone, was Fate's torture upon a sinners
soul. I have come to realize, through living the lie; that being
alone is Fate's way to show you and teach you; what it is you truly have.
