I don't know about tomorrow...

Day 572, 15:37 • Published in Sweden Hungary • by Quicksilver
Dearest Misho!



Regarding your heartfelt article earlier...

You called out to Hungary, but it is only me that can answer... I might be the face of Hungary for many but for sure no more than a facade, no decision-maker, nobody's fool and nobody's master anymore. You have completely managed to take me off my feet with your magnificient words and your weighty, if somewhat reproachful truths - and if I could I would surely present you with rolling fields of wheat, and with my heart bleeding all over it; and you would have me on your shoulder, just bear my weight with your strength...

With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing,
My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms,
Continents will crumble, we will find no harm.

But alas, I can not do so!

You say we passed the point of a fair fight between us, and you rightly think so. I foolishly hoped always, against many opposition to just once once have a fair fight, a match between equals, where it can go either way and only luck and fate decides... but alas it is never so, it has never came to that, we grew from a weaker one to the stronger and could not match strength when it was meant to. And to be the winners is not an easy task - winner takes it all, that is his destiny... the road is set, we will walk on it, a great army marches, even the freaks and eccentric ones who never belong to any mass will walk that path, for it is the way, it is fate, it is destiny... for today.

Well I don't know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone... when all is said and done, when all deeds win their punishments, I will ask a little favour of whatever God I find, and I will come back for you darling, to find some peace of mind. For a burning spirit still leads me, forward, always forward, plans and goals that are the name of the game yet to me... I remember you when I came and you were already an old hand... writing on the forums, being so much more experienced and understanding the game far more than I thought I could ever do... and you ask me the name of the game now?



I am what I am and that's all I am. I have became many things that I could, and even some that is impossible to be. That is the name of my game. To be what I can. And it hurts others, yes! My very existence is a disturbance, a catalyst for things to happen; and Hungary's existence is a chip on Europe's shoulders, and it is now Sweden that pulled the short straw... the winner not only takes it all, but is a menace to all... and to lose is a hard lesson.

Hungary learned it.

We were weak and few and feeling the weight of a winner on our lands. It is now not giving back the feeling to anyone - it is destiny that we must bear with. I do remember a small favour from Sweden that you tell... if it were up to me I would give it back, I would play fair, if we cannot fight fair, I would be generous - but would it not hurt pride more than earnestly take the land because we can? I never really understood men's pride, even though I do have my own...

So I cannot give you what you did not really ask.

Sound of your laughter is ringing in my ears... I might steal your heart away so you would take my hand.... and then you would understand me. When you would really see me.

And my answer to you, after babbling through the lines of sorrow, lines of joy and lines of fire:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFDm2Eiidgg

Quicksilver

"I have passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."

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