Syanda’s Sanctuary

I have not forgotten. My sanctuary ever remains. I return to it again. It is a little place dear to my heart, of course.

The school year is over. I don’t know what to say. Its gone by too quickly. Everything has gone by too quickly. Its just like before. If only it could have lasted a little longer.

So many events. So much to think about. So much to do. Too much. Too fast. Syanda complains. I have been awake for nearly two days. I cannot sleep until my thoughts are done. Until Syanda has finished thinking. My strength is fluctuating again.

The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows — a wall against the wind. This is the willow’s purpose. Frank Herbert. Dune. You who I told it to, you must understand. You must learn or you will break.

Too much change, too little time. I’ve kept it all together till now. But no sleep, illness, its taking its toll. I’m not sure how long until I break again.

And it scares me.