9.20.2003 :::
 
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be.
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. Drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood, keeping faith.
And I'm still right here.

If there were no reward to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would have walked away by now.

And I still may. I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

::: posted by Peter at 14:26