QuestionA simple question,Words falling from your lips;So sweet, I want themTo kiss me softly.Why am I afraidTo let you love meThe way no one has before?What is it about innocenceThat I cherish so much?I cannot let it go,Even if I wanted to.It is attached to me;It won't set me free.Behind iron bars I watch you;My hands tied behind my back,I wait for your decision.What is there to do with me,When I want less and you want more?I can't give you all that you need,It's too much, too fast,Growing up too soon.I just want you to smile,Holding hands and chasing fireflies,Laughing and singing and hugging,Snuggled up warm in your arms.Is it too much, is it enough,To love me with that childish love,Like the world belongs to us again?I am broken, you are tainted;We are older than our years in pain,But I am still an innocent at heart.Please don't break me, not now,I love you far too much.
Square Pegs ch. 2 -Radiata-Vitas did not like Kain. No, that wasn't right. She didn't like most of the things he said. Today's sermon was on gender roles, and that consisted mainly of Kain fervently insisting that women were to submit to their husbands, that the man is the head of the family, that the place for women isn't in war and work and struggles outside the home. Is that really what the gods teach us? Vitas wondered. Maybe it's another sign, that I'm not supposed to be here. Because this is exactly the kind of stuff you just don't say to Vitas unless you have a death wish. It took most of her willpower to sit calmly and keep her mouth shut throughout the whole sermon."Yes, I am female. I know I don't act like it. But is there a way women are supposed to act, a way for men to act?" No response. Vitas was venting in the confessional again after service. It was about as close as the priest guild got to a complaints box. "I am a warrior. I am stronger than most men. I have no desire to stay at home and have
Square Pegs ch. 1 -Radiata-Nothing ever felt right for her, no matter how hard she tried to fit in somewhere. It wasn't like she was ostracized for it or anything though. It was more of an internal kind of nagging feeling like something was just
out of place. Vitas never knew quite what the world expected of her, or what she even expected of herself. This kind of deep thought usually found its way out of her head to make room for more pressing matters like training, but when she lay in bed at night trying to sleep amidst the snores of her roommate Miranda, her musings would creep back into her mind and she would ask to the air around her silently
what is my role in this world?She thought first of Miranda. Miranda was the epitome of the girl-next-door stereotype-sickly sweet and terribly trusting, with wide brown eyes that gleamed with innocence. Miranda filled her role well. Vitas remembered that the reason she was sent to Olacion was to find her feminine side, but even though she got along well eno