I was stewing about being rejected… after jumping through hoops and following direction… feeling it was more trouble than it was worth… and I stopped wanting to play. I wandered aimlessless… and slipped back into that alternate place I survive in. I hate that place. It’s barren and pointless and has no soul. But I was there for a while and it made me feel so lost. I wanted to leave. I found myself daydreaming of here… wanting to come back. Maybe wander here aimless and silent, yes, silent, and spend time here thinking. Looking. I wanted to give you time. And I was angry and hurt.
But I come back to welcome arms and I breathe a sigh of relief. I feel like crying. (I do that alot). I’ll help where I can but am helpless myself. But the magic digits are now embedded in me. And I don’t believe in punishments… not here anyway. Well, that’s not true. But I’m not in the mood to punish. I don’t want that responsibility. I am not a judge. And I will not condemn. Instead, maybe there can be a free pass when I reach too far, or too fast… but I won’t even ask. Or try to strike up a deal. I leave it to you and don’t even need an answer.
I have more to say, but I am out of words. (I need to procure some more).
I wish I met your wizard.