PS. I'm fine.

There was not a nobler ending he could think of than one created by himself, but he could not do it. He would have to wait, to sleep, to dream, or even perhaps to live. He hid his loneliness behind a cloak of false pretenses that no one could break through. The end of this could not come soon enough, what he desperately needed was a beginning. They ( Read more... )

Once again I should have died.
Maybe it's because you can't kill heroes.
Maybe it's because only the good dye young.
Somehow I survived and I am alive.
Don't be so excited about it -sarcasm-

His life was now routine, day after day, night after night; to the exact second. He spent hours in his small studio painting away at the blank white canvas and like clock work every 5 minutes he sang a little bar "I paint with the colors you'll never see." From time to time people would come, to watch and observe this genius at work - they'd often ( Read more... )

He knew that things could never be the same again, for better or worse he would go about things as he always had - all or none. This time it was all. He would leave a void so big in his stead that it would hurt just to think about it. The collective of all his pains in one massive force that would cripple anyone instantly but somehow he survived ( Read more... )

Writer's block.

Inspire me.

Snow elegantly made its way towards the earth on the coldest night the world had known this year. The cold ground welcomed the snow as it began to layer upon itself growing deeper and deeper. All the people of the region stayed warm in their homes, all but one who wandered alone in the cold darkness. He shivered violently within the multiple layers ( Read more... )

I guess I will take a break from the literary metaphoric entries for a minute, since nobody besides me and only one or two other people understand them. I have been playing guitar a lot, and am progressing pretty fast from what I'm hearing people say; which makes me happy because I am really working at it. Chris/Josh/Ryan/Eli played an amazing show ( Read more... )

The frigid night air reminded him of just how alone he was. He shivered violently as he walked along the moonlit path. The sounds of nocturnal life echoed in the darkness but it did not seem to detour him away from his destination, upward and onward her went. When he reached the top he looked off the edge at civilization down below and was envious ( Read more... )

The time had come for the letter to make it's way out of his pocket and into her hand. He waited anxiously, checking the time over and over - everyone who was coming had finally arrived and she was not there. He assumed something else came up, he hoped it was not another guy; and so he would have to be patient, a virtue he always hated.