Journal #4

Now she is lost in loneliness. loneliness, that last living tree on a charred, desolate mountaintop. The only one who lives in an empty house in an empty neighborhood. What need has lonesliness for company, and what companionship can aid him? He waits in his high tower that overlooks the city. Stands sorrowful and still all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for somone all day to come. Been standing there before there was an anyone or an anything or an anytime. She is liable to find a special person from somewhere any day now. She was depressed and hidden too. Poor Him! He ought not to have to search for her all by himself. She sent something in to search for him, but he said no. These searchers were all right with seracher for normal people, but they didnt know how to find a special one. He'd be all right just as soon as he found the door to the room she is in. He was going to find her for sure. That was what he thought. But the searchers told her different, so she knew. And then if he hadn't the next morning she was bound to know, for shadows began to gather in the city under the tall tower buildings. Shadows who would not have dared to come to the place before faded in and did not come to the house. Just sat under the buildings and waited. Rumor, that shining shadow, had lit up the whole town.