Go ahead and follow me through the waves of unpredictable measure; I will not block you from this path, though I will admonish you for it. Shallow it may seem, but stormy winds can easily sweep us off our footing, tossing us amidst the haunting depths. It may appear that I am weary that you trace my very wake, as the steps will crumble beneath our mere presence, yet I do not veer. In truth, I whisper of caution in hopes you will not pass into the world of prey from the beast that shadows every wavering breath. For I pace this endless road for the entirety of the eternity that only I know, and yet I stumble as a fawn attempting an unknown feat. If your yearning leads you onward, prancing like a child in the footsteps of a father and an aimless bravery fueled by the audacity of inquisitiveness, I ask you to heed my words with an attentive ear. Ill-lighted mountains, jagged with a silent distress of stumbling warriors and weighted with contrition loom overhead along a dusty shore.

I don't know why it is that you pursue me. The road ahead is long-- one that I cannot make anew, one on which I only dream that others will not be encased within it.

On your own, I can rest in the faith that you may design a new path for yourself. This path could be one of peace, quiet hillsides of which will not pain your being. Perhaps then, you can safely lead those who still seek themselves a road; yet you refuse, and follow me. How oblivious you are to the very magnificence that swirls around the potential that spurs within you. Such a thing sparks the sorrow that dwells deep within me.

I am a meek soul of which cloaks itself as a lion-- lowly, silent, and desperate, yet persevering regardless. I have no means of doing so, though I continue on, combed by the teeth of the beast that tear into flesh. Why is it that you blindly persist? Do you not see the error of my ways, so you proceed to imitate them? I plead that you do not seal this within yourself. Even I long to fly- perhaps I might even try- but I can never do so. But you, you are entrusted with many hopes-- one of these is mine. And with them, you can one day fly, but that fulfillment may only be achieved if you forgo the journey which trails after me. For I am destined of a ghostly aeon, and you stand opposite of such.

Rest assure, I do not feel a pensive pity from this one fate. Why? If you can fly, then so will I-- not in true being, but in my hope alone.

So please, turn away from my trembling wake and unstable seas. Don't let these rigid mountains hover over your heart. Give yourself a chance, make yourself a path. Go against the winds and the odds of life; go ahead and fly.
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Starting tomorrow, my schedule will be adjusted due to school. Don't worry, though-- this doesn't mean less activity! It only means that my activity will be during different hours throughout the day compared to what it is right now. To make this a little easier, I've thrown together a quick-- and relatively simple-- schedule for those who need to know my hours and for those who are just curious in general. ^-^
http://bit.ly/SplashMPSchedule

That out of the way, I know this is a bit behind, but I'm absolutely loving the Treasure Chest and Mine-Strike Beta update. I haven't gotten a chance to hear a lot of your opinions on it-- what do you guys think? There's so much to do! ;o

It's getting late, but I hope you all had a great weekend; I'll see you all around tomorrow!

Goodnight ~ <3