Thursday, March 04, 2004

.:So The Red Room Was Easy?:.

So you got out of the Crimson Room. I’m sure you found that easy. Well, how about getting out of THIS PLACE? Let’s see how far you can get…

.:A Word To The Wounded, The Unsent Series, Part VI:.

by Aerosmith

Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style
But you're yesterday's child to me
So jaded
You think that's where it's at
But is that where it's supposed to be
You're gettin' it all over me and serrated

My my baby blue
Yeah I been thinkin' about you
My my baby blue
Yeah you're so jaded
And I'm the one that jaded you

Hey j-j-jaded
In all its misery
It will always be what I love and hated
And maybe take a ride to the other side
We're thinkin' of
We'll slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded

My my baby blue
Yeah I'm thinkin about you
My my baby blue
Yeah I'm so jaded
And baby I'm afraid of you

Your thinking's so complicated
I've had it all up to here
But it's so overrated
Love and hated
Wouldn't trade it
Love me jaded

Hey j-j-jaded
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
And ectasy's what you prefer

My my baby blue
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
My my baby blue
Yeah I've been thinkin' about you
My my baby blue
Yeah you're so jaded
You're so jaded
'Cause I'm the one that jaded you

Dear Scarred,

And as the melody goes, your head is telling you to go and find the door. Perhaps there is no explicit explanation for what you are going through right now. It’s not like you made it utterly clear for all to see. Yet somewhere within you, Marcelle senses some aches and wounds that you refuse to open up to just anyone. He respects that, scarred. Perhaps you don’t trust him enough just yet. Your words of it being a case of youth and folly working together seem to give him that clear-cut impression. Nonetheless, he knows you need someone. Maybe it won’t be him to be able to hear you out, but he prays you manage to find a way somehow.

Always remember, Scarred: it matters not if you sometimes make the world turn around him in quite a change of pace from time to time. It simply cannot override the will of the Divine. But in whatever travails you may be going through, rest assured that Marcelle will be your gargoyle… standing behind you, willing to hear you out. Perhaps your prison cell will keep you safe within yourself, but is it not time you told yourself that you are more than just that?

Your scars are the source of your beauty, dear Scarred. Beyond your enigma and your mask of smiles, lies a heart of gold, yearning to fall.

Sometimes, you just have to let yourself fall.

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