The Chaos...

I am lonely, but what else is new?

I have become my own worst enemy. Thought the days of Citoria have long since faded, I wish for him to return, so at least I might have someone to talk to.

To dance....

The dance of life...
of dreams.....
Of happiness....

I dream now...
Dreaming of a world I wish to come...
I want to cry, for this world is beyond my grasp, as I sit here in a cold room, listening to my music. I desire to be surrounded by friends, family, people who love me, appreiciat me, not alienate me. But this is my sad little world now. And I will be damned if I let it do me in now.

So how do I cure....no...justify such an existance? With hope. I shall practice my drawings so I may publish my works, and I will work even harder in school, so I may surpass all who stand in my way. So I may climb my way to the top and take those I hold closest to me with me.

It's my destiny to do great things. When I was born I am sure none beleived I would conquer the world, or take over an empire. Just another average boy. But I swear I will become great, and this world will fear me...

but it is not fear I want from the world....

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The Angel of Music

I have done it.
I have moved away to Toronto, where I am going to be living in residnce for the next year of school. My neighbours are people I have never met before. I am away from my family, my home, my friends, now there is just me.

We are encouraged to leave our doors open to our rooms. That way passses by will be more encouraged to step in and talk to you. I do all I can to be friendly with the others, but for the most part I am alone.

When someone new moves onto the floor, and everyone is introducing themselves, it is amusing how they introduce me.

"You will hear him, before you see him..."

Which in some way is true. There is one thing I cannot live without, at it is music, my music. I brought with my keyboard, and you can hear me down the hall playing Toccata and Fuge on Pipe Organ mode. It's really all I have...

As I sit alone in that room, it feels so empty. My world has yet to begin, oh, but it shall...

I am about to restart my own programming...

The first program has ended...
I have played my part well...
Now it is time for the second one to start.

I am about to become the very Phantom himself, and all they shall see of me is a glance, a whisper, and the sound of the Organ comming though the cracks in my door. I am about to escape this world, and deliver myself into another.

This is the only way, and I will do it...

care to join me?