Have you ever just wanted to be alone... completely, yet at the same time, more than anything else, to be held close by someone who will love you for you? I find myself rejected by light, having wanted nothing more than to warm myself in it. But you see, I gave myself in to darkness. Why? The light didn't want me. It ridiculed me... cast me into shadow. I was welcomed by darkness and in my naivety I didn't see it for what it was. The line between light and dark isn't as definite as it might seem to some. There are places of shadow... I finally have come to the conclusion that I am not a creature of the dark... nor am I a creature of light. I am a creature of shadow. The balance is even. I am not evil, nor am I angelic. I would not choose between light and dark. How could I? That would be like choosing which arm I didn't need... though I might prefer to give up my left.
I regret the things I did while in darkness, but I did not choose it... it chose me. Why does the world not seem to realize this? Why? The world sees itself as light, judging who's dark by what they see on the surface, not bothering to realize that though the cover of the book might be torn and stained, the moral within is far greater than that in mint condition. Of course the book would choose the reader that would learn from it over the reader that would cast it aside and ignore it and its lesson.
I judge myself. Only in the last year, since the death of him have I come to this realization. Now I share my life. I might have finally found someone to understand me, and she too is in shadow. She and I together are a match... even if one made in shadow. But what more is there to accept? She is here now, and I shall go and yet again prove my love.
The light profess to know love, love in all its wonder. I doubt it. Love is knowing someone's faults, their past, their mistakes, and loving them, and being loved in return in spite of it all. What faults do the light profess to have? None. They're perfect, if only in their own eyes.
The dark sneer at the notion of love. Why? They fear it, having never experienced its wonder.
Well, I know love. She knows love. Our love in itself is not perfect. Why? There is no such thing as perfection, for even perfection is boring.
Journal Entry- April 7, 2003
~Severus Snape
Hey, I meant this to be a ficlet kind of thing, though depending on people's reactions, mind you, I'm not expecting much. I was in a mood when I wrote this, mind you that's not unusual for me. If anyone should bother to read this... review and let me know what you think. Please. This is the first thing that I have posted that I feel has depth. Go me.... I shall now post this.......
I regret the things I did while in darkness, but I did not choose it... it chose me. Why does the world not seem to realize this? Why? The world sees itself as light, judging who's dark by what they see on the surface, not bothering to realize that though the cover of the book might be torn and stained, the moral within is far greater than that in mint condition. Of course the book would choose the reader that would learn from it over the reader that would cast it aside and ignore it and its lesson.
I judge myself. Only in the last year, since the death of him have I come to this realization. Now I share my life. I might have finally found someone to understand me, and she too is in shadow. She and I together are a match... even if one made in shadow. But what more is there to accept? She is here now, and I shall go and yet again prove my love.
The light profess to know love, love in all its wonder. I doubt it. Love is knowing someone's faults, their past, their mistakes, and loving them, and being loved in return in spite of it all. What faults do the light profess to have? None. They're perfect, if only in their own eyes.
The dark sneer at the notion of love. Why? They fear it, having never experienced its wonder.
Well, I know love. She knows love. Our love in itself is not perfect. Why? There is no such thing as perfection, for even perfection is boring.
Journal Entry- April 7, 2003
~Severus Snape
Hey, I meant this to be a ficlet kind of thing, though depending on people's reactions, mind you, I'm not expecting much. I was in a mood when I wrote this, mind you that's not unusual for me. If anyone should bother to read this... review and let me know what you think. Please. This is the first thing that I have posted that I feel has depth. Go me.... I shall now post this.......