redstormwolf
Ah, the will. Pit your intentions against the chaos of misfortune and malice. May your will be strong, and your voice heard; even among the garble of the many
I love rain. The life giving waters of some force we only recently comprehend. The sound it makes on the roof is soothing to the point of being hypnotic. For nearly everything that lives depends on the rain: the fresh waters that sustain us all. Some of my favorite memories were lived in such precipitation. Poetry in every shining drop
Oh wow. The word to describe me perfectly. My temper is short and it is explosive. That said, I've only been truly angry a handful of times. Scary, scary times
Fixed is something I hope remains. An interesting state of being. A useful one at that. So many things need mending that it blows my tiny, limited, human mind. But with these hands healing can be wrought. What a pleasant thought
A system I will likely always feel undervalued by. Everything that is created by me with productive intent is likely to fall subject to it, and is likely to crash when compared to the ratings of the giants. But hey, everyone must start somewhere
All that may cross my inner eye are the images of fake individuals; as false as the sequins on their tiaras. Children and adults both, flashing blank smiles with even blanker expressions. This mockery of beauty is more than just skin deep, as words often pass that pain my heart, and smash the halo's I have painted above their heads.
Flickering light fights against the encroaching darkness. Hope endures that little bit more. Fear loses a small portion of its grip. One small solace is achieved. Will there be peace?
Then creepers. Kaboom
Repetition. I feel as though all life falls into a pattern. And it isn't all bad; in fact, it is comforting. But how to defeat the mundane? How can we ever defeat the void? The New shall shatter the silence