LoneWolf124

One quiet evening, two, small, close-knit groups of people gather at hallowed spots on opposite sides of town. They greet their respective members warmly and discuss their goal for the night - in this case, healing a loved one. Taking their places, the participants direct their appeals to the divine with powerful, time-honored words and items symbolic of their beliefs and intended results. As each session draws to a close, all acknowledge the love and assistance they shall receive. They bid each other a peaceful departure and head home with a renewed sense of faith, community and purpose. One group emerges from a church, the other from a for

I want to be more than a memorable uplifting tune, a scrap of sophomoric humor, a mediocre daydream sprouting from an aging photograph. Better than a frantic, feeble foe, the subsequent awkward apology delivered with faulty timing, the inevitable distant echo in the void of your subconscious. I would gladly still the chaos and absorb your pain, share with you the mysteries I've uncovered so far, offer my company when you need it (and when you don't). I would listen, learn, guide, grieve. I will even if you never find out.