Lady Acasia Ravenwing,

Madam, I do hear you and know that I have pained now for hours over these words that you have written me.  I must confess that I am troubled for these thoughts of yours and harbor reservation at the doorstep of their hungering implications.  Nevertheless, in the hope of mutual revelation I delight in the answer of your questions.

Hunger serves a purpose, it is we beings of appetite who make-perverse the herald’s call.  For in what measure we temper our flesh, in that same measure do we master it.

Therein rests the trouble of my soul these last few hours, contending with such notions long relegated to vapid ash.  That which troubles me is by choice and I am troubled over you.  Your eyes, they haunt my thoughts.  Like cold-fire, they pierce my soul for doubt in your conviction.  

Please forgive your servant this humble complaint; I do not believe you.  As you said yourself these dreams of fire and fancy are the notions of a child, naïve and wistful, consuming.

Nevertheless, I have taken up residence in The Rose Garden Tavern of Red Ridge.  If what you have said is true, come and slake your hunger at the source of that knowledge.  Come and break this calamity of thoughts against the shore of truth.  Ask these questions which burn on your lips and whatsoever is mine to give you, shall you receive.  I will never lie to you.

a friend in patient waiting, ~Rhys Valtieri @acasiaravenwing

Thoughts...

Today, I took the time out to look at my surroundings and myself. I saw two different ones today, the college life and the street life. As a commuter student, it's mad hard for me to get that feel for the campus, since it seems like I'm only there for school and limited times to kick it with the homies. Another thing is that I felt uncomfortable on campus because I felt that the majority of the peeps there didn't have to go through what I went through to get there. Mooching off their rich parents, being fed with a silver spoon, doing whatever the fuck they want. But that's the environment I must get used to because that's how it's going to be throughout the rest of my life. And please believe I'm already adapting.

The surrounding I was used to was a hostile, rugged, depressing environment. Foreclosed homes, Run down neighborhoods, and people who believe that they have nothing else to do with their lives after high school or even junior high slangin and getting that dirty money. I was, and still am very well off compared to other people in Brockton throughout my life, but I was surrounded by the wrong influence. I could've easily gotten into the gutta shit people die from day by day. The sad thing is that I was used to this! But good for me, I still come out as a young man with dreams to make a reality and a reason to keep pushing. I just gotta keep it moving if anything negative comes my way. Word up