So I've started working at my new job. It's pretty cool. I'll probably be training for a month or more, but I'll need it. I've been reviewing my notes for the passed day, maybe. A lot of specific definitions to remember. What I find cool is that there's online training that I can always look at. I just like the fact that I have my own desk, my own extension # and FOUR freaking monitors. I see the other people there and they are using their equipment to the fullest. It feels like it's going to be a demanding job, but I also feel that I'm up to the challenge. I just can't wait for training to be over and I'm allowed to work. I can't give any specifics, but I'll keep you posted on how I'm doing. I hope everyone elses lives are going well.

"A Prayer to Destiny"
by J. G. Vergara
03/06/2007

I despise that for which I hunt. I deplore that which invades my mind. Darkness, be gone! I wish to remain, my love. I fear the gaping mouth that threatens to devour me. It has taken my soul and is after my spirit. It has exhausted me to the point of anihilation. I fight an endless battle and I continue to faulter. My walls crumble beneath the forces against me. I wish not to be prostrate here, my only weapon in hand. I acknowledge my life and it makes me weep. Weep. To weep against the army, the darkness that invades me. I yearn for strength. I want to fight against that which I search. I care not to let it destroy my humanity, my -hood. My love, my love is sweet. Each tear cries my love. I wish to be greater still. To be that which epochs are bound by. Make me infamous without the pain. Make me what I can be and remove me from the life of which I am to lead. I am a humble servant to my life, a life not my own but ruled by one. Destined to travel at the side of my opposite. Let our trails lead in the same direction.

A pointless search for the shadow, never realizing I dwelled within, for I have led you here by mistake. Lead me then. Lead me to the far reaches of the realm. Lead me to the light. Lead me to thy love, my love. Carry me to the shores that I have taken you from.

"The Shadow, My Cave"
by J.G. Vergara
03/06/2007

Shadows would be so lovely at this moment. The mind would rest and the heart would sleep. Shadows would be so lovely that the Sun would be dim and the moon not rise. Not rise. How great would it feel not to rise with dusk. To let it go on without my power to manuever through the light, bathed in darkness, shrouded, concealed. To hide, to enjoy life away from mortal toil.

The mind races still. Shadows would be so lovely at this moment. There is nothing left to say. There is little to calm the spirit, its fear overwhelms me. It doesn't let the resting of the constant turmoil that invades its domain, the domain that would be lovelier in shadow. Oh, how shadows would be so lovely at this moment. To close the eyes and dream sweet dreams.

I wish not to be mortal nor immortal. Both would add anxiety to my hands. There is enough in the light. There is enough to unsteady the hands in the world so bright, no calm in sight.

How I long for the rest that shadows bring, confined, chained to the cold walls, bound, to see only shadows. To forget the light. To forget the light and embrace the night.