Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-5543592-20140922024001

Efmrider wrote: (Sorry, I just saw this.)

"I am not sure, Emrey.  I suppose I will be okay in time.  I just feel dead inside right now.  No happy, no sad--just dead.  Unfeeling.  I want to go far away and never see this place again." "I feel similary.  I'm done with this life.  Now I dream of the soft touch of women, the songs of birds, the smell of soil crumbling between my fingers, and the brilliant green of plants that I diligently nurture. I am looking for land to buy and I will sow it with deer and wild pigs and birds and cottonwoods and sycamores and build a pond and the ducks will come and fish will rise in the early evening light and take the insects into their jaws. There will be paths through this forest I lose myself in the soft curves and folds of the ground.  And in this dream I will come to the water's edge and lie on the grass and there will be a small, unobtrusive sign that says, This is the real world, and we are all in it."  Emrey paused to sigh, which seemed unlike him. "It is a good dream, but only just, and eventually we must wake up." He took Brihanna's hand, not that she had extended it, and shook it firmly. "I wish you the best Brihanna.  If you ever need anything, come find me." With that he gave her a knowing, reassuring smile smile and returned to his wife