At times, there are just too many things I want to talk about but at other times, I can't even gather the courage to speak the truth!

My last few nights have been quite long ones. Longing to meet my friends of the days goneby. Perhaps, people demand more maturity from my side. Their view can be justified with a-thousand-and-one examples of the rational minds of the "classical" period.

I have no idea why but I find people too much demanding. Amidst this chaos-this frustration-I stand to speak the truth. For a person who considered himself at the acme of friendship, the pinnacle of glory, the zenith of honour-the time is tumultuous.

Looking from the eyes of Satyr, I deem myself capable of coming out with honour-for the goat part is best remembered for it's patience but when I come to my real human self, I find that the saunter walk is no more for me.

Why do I retch? Has something gone wrong? No. Rapier does not suit me, I was not made for Hara-Kiri. My death can not be noble.

At this inglenook, fire penetrates into my eyes and I can no longer look into it. Perhaps I'm ashamed or can not look at it-the inglorious blow has not been fatal if anything else. Should I not be charged with the highest treason-or wasn't it the betryal of trust?

Do I deserve to be treated a friend? Was my decision just a highfalutin? I don't know if the heavens were impressed.

What I did, whatever it was, has been an act out of sincerity to the people whom I befriended. Not wanting them to be played around with by the tides of time.

Trust me, O' heavens, I care for people I love and in this chaos I am for I love many people.