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Uhm...
Wow, it's kind of like finding your diary again. Hello old friend. Maybe it's time to dust you off again. -
Chasm Fire
Imagine the grit that gets stuck under your nails. The kind you can't get out without running your teeth along the under side of your filthy finger. The grit then sticks in your teeth and you have a crunch that sticks with you as you eat through out the day. That's what Hel is like. They named the city as a joke. Zion was suppose to be heaven, a ( Read more... ) -
Neon Dynasty
The sky clashes with the bright city. It's darkness can't reach inside the dome but it stays, stalking the light like a hungry beast. Inside the glass dome the city is like a techno candyland. Neon lights flash in every window, dancing signs splatter across sidewalks and window frames. The whole city is one big commercial. The people in the city ( Read more... ) -
Past tense, present tense, magic sense
The air was completely still. Only the nearly hidden crackle of leaves falling broke the heavy silence. I had wanted a windy night with a ripe apple moon hanging over my head, I got a calm, moonless sky. Abby flew out behind me, she was always at my side. My sweet chihuahua baby. I was still hot from the bath I had taken not two minutes before so ( Read more... ) -
Depression Awareness Month
This is something I was going to write in my make-up blog but I realized it was to heavy to post there. So I decided to post it here ( Read more... ) -
First World Problems
Can't sleep again ( Read more... ) -
Grasping
Bright light blasts me in the face without kindness ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Sometimes I think I'm Frodo. My love for the shire makes it hard for me to leave this place. The rolling hills, the grassy plains and secret forests. I can't leave here it's so beautiful. But the ring pulls me. I have to grow up. I have to face the Mordor of adulthood. This Peter Pan syndrome has gone on for to long. -
Flight
The moth batters against the window screen.
Fighting towards the light.
It's delicate wings dusting against the iron.
I hear it fall to the ground outside.
A gentle plop. -
The Coming
Today I tried to become one with the Earth.
I hoped I could slip into the ground.
Force myself to become a liquid.
I would sink in to wear the mantle like a crown.
Instead all I could hear was the call of the crows.
The hiss of the wind in the trees.
The blessings of autumn.
As one leaf fluttered down from it's perch.
The season is upon us.