Meme

[mistersmith_tm]

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 4 questions. Any 4, no matter how personal, dirty, private, or random. I have to answer them honestly. In turn, you have to post this message in your own journal, and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.

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[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?

*soft* How does death feel?

What makes you soar?

What one thing would you do, if you could do anything?

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. That's hard. Because it has so many answers. My daughter Rose. And Angus and Brigid. And Aille, when I saw each of them for the first time.

And death is . . . lonely. I hurts like hell, too.

Knowing that I'm loved. It's not something I've known. Or ever had. And now that I do . . . it's lifted me higher than I've ever been.

If I could do anything? No holds barred? I'd stop Daniel and his people from destroying my world a second time.

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

You are a lucky man to have so many answers. Some cannot say their life is so rich.

So death is very much like life then?

Who needs wings when you have love? I am so very happy for you.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Until recently, I didn't have any answers at all. None that were mine to give, anyway.

And roger that. Maybe because it's just another part of life.

Thank you. You have love too, you know. I mean, having been married to the god of love is pretty special.

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

But now you have so much.

Something I will never know.

I have love yes *laughed a little harshly* Shame my love would rather be everywhere but with me. *Shakes head* You know, more and more everyday I think coming back here was the stupidest thing I did, second to ever leaving...Well that, that and getting my hopes up.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

You sound disappointed. About the death thing, I mean. Believe me. You don't want to know it. Hades is a nice place to visit, but you don't want to live there. Or die there? Or . . . um, I wonder what the right term for that is.

Sad thing about relationships. Sometimes they grow apart, instead of stronger. There's this saying, about every door that closes, another opens? Don't ever give up on love or happiness. It's out there.

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

I like Hades, Hes nice, we talk a lot. But I guess as a mortal I was fine with the whole idea of death, now I just can't.

*shakes head* No, he tells me he loves me, wants to do the whole family thing with me, be with me, spend time with me, but then, he's never here...If he doesn't want me, he shouldn't lie and make me feel...like I have a hope.

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"How do you know he's lying? Maybe he's just nervous. Or afraid. Or maybe he's confused about what he really wants."

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

'If he didn't know, then why say it to me? Why get my hopes up?' Takes a long deep breath, 'The thing is, I know he's not lying, but why stay away?'

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"Have you asked him?"

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

'He just says he is sorry for hurting me, and that he does not deserve me...BUt I don't know why he stays away.'

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"I don't know either. I'm sorry. I'm afraid he's the only one who can answer that for you."

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

'And back to the problem, I don't even know where he is.'

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"Maybe put a bell on him next time you see him?" he asked innocently.

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

Now that makes her laugh and she takes his hand, squeezing it, 'I think I am going to have to ask his straight and tell him how I feel. I can't live feeling like this.'

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

"That's probably the most honest thing to do," he agreed, squeezing her hand back. "I've found that you can't just assume people know how you feel. Most of the time, you have to tell them, right out."

[psyche-soul.livejournal.com]

'I guess I am too used to feeling things from people. But I have sent him a message, I need to get this sorted out, and now, all of this. Now, I cannot live like this.'

[goddess-rainbow.livejournal.com]

If you were stranded on an island, what three things would you take with you?

Not including people, what makes you happy?

Is the glass half full or half empty?

What one thing have you done that you hate yourself for?

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Me now? Today? I'd take my camera, my knapsack, and a picture of my family.

I think . . . building something useful from scraps. I'm pretty good at it. Like my camera. I made it myself, you know. I guess you could say I'm a frustrated inventor.

Half full. Ever hear that old song? Accentuate the positive? That's me. There's always hope. That's what a half full glass is, right?

Endangering the life of my daughter Rose, just by being who I am. She deserves better. She shouldn't have to be afraid. Ever. Not for any reason. Especially not because of me.

[goddess-rainbow.livejournal.com]

Family, thats good, family keeps you going, no matter how much of a pain in the arse they are.

You did *is impressed* Cool, i bet you develope your own photo's too.

Almost like always look on the bright side of life *whistles* got to love Monty Python.

*a little sad* Maybe not, but she will grow up to be a very strong girl.

[jordansmuse.livejournal.com]

Have you always believed in God?

How do you know that your messages are real? (I'm really curious. Honest.)

Why are men such idiots sometimes?

Chocolate or vanilla?

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

I'm really not sure. I don't mean that to be evasive. I don't remember my childhood, or anything that happened before the Big Death. So I can't really say about 'always'. After the Death killed all the adults? No. No, I didn't believe in God. Hated Him, sure. But didn't believe in him. Thing is . . . seems like he believed in me.

Kind of hard to explain how I know. There's this Voice in my head that isn't mine. You think you'd know if you're thinking your own thoughts or hearing someone elses. It Knows things I couldn't. Like what's going to happen. Or not happen. Thing's I'd rather not know.

*chuckles* Genetics?

Chocolate. With Vanilla.

[jordansmuse.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Thanks.

How've you been?

[aille.livejournal.com]

1. What drew you to me?
2. What is your favorite dessert?
3. Are you ready for a vacation?
4. Private: What would you do to me if you could get me alone?

[mistersmith-tm.livejournal.com]

Your beauty. Not just physically. I mean, you were -- are! -- the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. But there was something in your eyes . . . something that said you were even more beautiful on the inside than anyone I'd ever known.

I'm not really sure. I mean, I haven't tried that many desserts. Um . . . chocolate ice cream. I think.

I've been packed for weeks. *smiles* When do we leave?

I would show you just how beautiful you are by worshiping every inch of you in every way I can think of. Until you begged me to stop. (Which I hope you never will.)

[aille.livejournal.com]

*blushing* Thank you love.

*grins* Then I will have to think of some new things to do with that then.

As soon as possible

I never will beloved.