by ~Demonic Moon Curse~ » Wed Jan 09, 2013 4:33 pm
Flamesky looked down upon Willowkit, opening her eues. The dizzyness had gone. "Nothing you need to worry about, little one," she replied, trying to keep her voice calm and steady. "I only got a little fright that's all." She didn't want to scare Willowkit, and she crouched down, licking the kits head. "Don't you worry about me, now, ok?" Flamesky smiled at her, this was a forced smile. She loved the kit, although, of course, Willowkit wasn't her's, she wasn't mated, or in love, or crushing on any cat yet.
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.