Dryad of the Woods

Let me run
Let me run
Let me ride the crest of chance into the sun
You were always there
But you may lose me here
Now love me if you dare
And let me run

I'm alive and I am true to my heart now - I am I,
but why must truth always make me die?


Faces and facades... I'm sick of them. I never really knew you. So just. Fuck off, seriously. You're a different mind in the same body. To me, you never existed. And the past shall remain. Lessons to be learned and remembrances to keep. I don't need you too make my life any more difficult than I have made it. I dug my own grave, I reap the harvest that I have sown.

Pseudonyms and personalities. I won't change my self to fit my name. Rahman is nothing more than a label. It has no value to it. I don't give a damn if it's God's name, I am a little more than fiction.

Moving on and memories. To do the former, must I dispose of the latter? No. I shall keep my memories, and all the value that came with it. In those shining moments, when all was perfect. It shall stay that way. And at the same time, I will always look forward. Who knows what the future may hold? Always new surprises, and no day can be anticipated from the day before.

And perhaps I'll find that there really is no childhood's end.