Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

 

Week 34 (41) – Words of Flame

 

(10/10/04) First, you will notice something new in the formatting above. There is now a parenthetical notation of what Week it is, taking into account .5s, part twos, and supplements. This is really more of a way for me to countdown to Week 50 than anything else. I’m planning on doing something special then, so just hold on (I’m not sure that I can get my hands on all the right things I’ll need to accomplish it right away, so it might have to be a work in progress, so…um…yeah).

 

My next topic to cover is the freedom of LLH. Honestly, I feel I’ve lost it. R’s started reading the column at every update, so I feel that I’ve lost the freedom to just talk about whatever I damn well please (such as Weeks 20, which I probably wouldn’t have written if she were reading it regularly at the time [please ignore the fact that I emailed Weeks 20 to her upon finishing them]). Every now and then, I wonder if it wouldn’t be better just to start the column up again under a different name on a different site.

 

The title, by the way, is a reference to “The Song of Faerun” from the Pools of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Draanor” soundtrack (okay, I’m positive I misspelled something in there). A lot of these titles have been references to various songs, but I think the only ones that I haven’t cited are “Deliverance” in reference to Blind in Darkness by Diary of Dreams and With Eyes Turned To The Stars in reference to Sympathy For Tomorrow by the Crüxshadows.

 

I haven’t heard from C in a while and I’m starting to wonder if she’s doing alright. She’s probably just fine, but one can never really tell. Um, anyway, now to those words of fire… God I hope R isn’t reading this… You know, sometimes around her (R), it all just feels, I don’t know, like we’ve said everything before, or that we’re just talking for the sake of talking. Hell, during today’s hour or so that I set aside for talking to her (well, almost everyday, sometimes schedules just don’t allow for such enjoyment), we said probably all of three sentences. It just…I don’t know… it feels like it’s all been done a thousand times before.

 

If you’re reading this, R, forgive me. For Week 34, this is Orpheus, signing out.