It calls to me and I don’t know if I have the strength, the will power to fight it, deny it. The world screams No! I say why not?

I know to do so is wrong, isn’t smart and of course I won’t. I’m not that lost.

I can still hear its call. Gleaming darkly in the light, beckoning. It bows outward just begging for someone, for me, to make the tiniest split, to shave the smallest of splinters with my dagger.

I will not go back there! It is folly!

I need to know more.

Maybe studying it would help.

I should go back tomorrow.