you could say that . despite my inability to feel .
. . .
would you like to touch me ? in that way the mortals enjoy so much , when something is soft , and fluffy .
im glad my presence gives such a feeling for you .
i cant say many find comfort in death . as an entity . near them .
i apologize for how unobtainable i am many a time ... i am , afterall .... death .
They seemed to fall silent for a good while, processing the story, trying their best to remember it
Looking at lamb, a heavy hand now placed on other’s head
Nothing special, just- this weird gesture
“I see, I believe I understand..
Worry not, I will try my best to remeber-
but one thing is for sure ... one day , you will meet him . or .... part of him .
........... its not the happiest of tales . but its the oldest story i can recall .
The Tale of the Gray Man .
.... it differs ... between who tells you of course ... if anyone remembers anymore
“I appreciate those words, but beauty was never put inside me. I am simply given what I must do, therefore I attempt to excel at it.
You are much more free than you imagine, I.. adore that in you.
May I ask.. who is he? Is there somebody else here I cannot see?”
but to the concept that you play it . that is the art of it ....... your decision , dedication and willingness to engage in such things .
the beauty . is within you .
“I am much unable to pursue most, but I have finally remembered the art of violin.
It is.. awkward, not anything close to what it used to play.
I am growing afraid it had changed with me..”
noted .
.....
( ear flick- the slight tilt of the head )
interesting ... thats nice , what sort of art in particular ...?
i was never one to interest myself in art beyond viewing ... though i always have enjoyed the concept of , 'painting' .... what a beautiful concept
“I.. did enjoy your.. ‘babble’.
However, I have been attempting a return to fine arts, ones I have long lost after my vision was hindered.
It is.. problematic and slow, but I enjoy the thought I am getting closer to the imagine my master imagined for one.”
“… The fact you’ve learned to pretend already means it was something put inside you.
As far as fate goes, we can hardly choose what lies ahead of us, therefore I must assume this is how things should be.
Perhaps, it’s more than pretending.”
is a lot better than a wordless being , uncaring for cries and fear .
.
.
.
i do not like the old me . or what was once before me .... the oldest truest form of me . what once was . is something i wish i could forget . but alas .
i never forget a face . not even his .
“I understand, it is a good thing you have found a refuge for your mind.
I must admit, seeing you without the pretending is as good as with it.
If that makes sense in such manner.”
“To my misfortune, yes, quite much.
It’s not something to take pride in, but it is also not something I will be ashamed of.
You, however, seem much better at it than I ever managed.”