by aurumlupus » Mon Feb 04, 2013 5:57 pm
Sev sighed. "I honestly don't know." He replied. "You mean so much to me, that if you suddenly were gone..." He shook his head. "I don't fully know right now, Love." He replied. "It would probably depend on the events and my mood of the time."
A few hours later, faith began to stir.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."