Pan
August 11th, 2002, 11:29 PM
My name used to be Pan Blackthorn. I have since found my place amongst myself. I changed my name to Loki Panwit.. embodiment of power, trickery, merriment, and danger.
Loki is my god that has claimed me. I have chosen the name Loki to be my own in tribute to him. I've worked with him for over 2 years now, and have decided to embrace him as my own. Though he can be frightening, so can all gods.
I've come back to MW as a friend. ^^ I've come back to rekindle friendships that I cut off too soon.. too quickly.. too harshly.
Finding your home isn't about finding it outside of you.. it's about finding it inside of you.
With the awakening of the day a few days ago.. with the sunrise kissing my face.. I shed my former skin. I shed my depression to blow away with the wind. I made the choice to make myself better than I was before. I made the choice to be free of me.
With that fateful dawn, I have become happier.. though depression still does hang onto me like a fish hook aching for meat. I know why I'm depressed, and am trying to work on that. I have no friends. But I am slowly trying to make new ones.
I can hang my crimson hat with the blue-black plume.. I can look around, breathe deep and say.......
I'm home.
What was once Pan Blackthorn.. is now... Loki Panwit.
Loki is my god that has claimed me. I have chosen the name Loki to be my own in tribute to him. I've worked with him for over 2 years now, and have decided to embrace him as my own. Though he can be frightening, so can all gods.
I've come back to MW as a friend. ^^ I've come back to rekindle friendships that I cut off too soon.. too quickly.. too harshly.
Finding your home isn't about finding it outside of you.. it's about finding it inside of you.
With the awakening of the day a few days ago.. with the sunrise kissing my face.. I shed my former skin. I shed my depression to blow away with the wind. I made the choice to make myself better than I was before. I made the choice to be free of me.
With that fateful dawn, I have become happier.. though depression still does hang onto me like a fish hook aching for meat. I know why I'm depressed, and am trying to work on that. I have no friends. But I am slowly trying to make new ones.
I can hang my crimson hat with the blue-black plume.. I can look around, breathe deep and say.......
I'm home.
What was once Pan Blackthorn.. is now... Loki Panwit.