Temporary Haven

A Time To Kill Is Nigh... good afternoon Gents and Disappointments.  Light is dark. Dark is still dark. Even in the soul. When everything breaks, it breaks all at once, leaving nothing to chance. Maybe this was my thirteenth reason, but for you Asari, it may have been your umptieth.  This is not what it was supposed to be, it was to be a tribute, the last I would write; but fates have it that it should be this way. I see fire, burning inside of me. And if the world is to be on fire, I should burn alone. What do they say? Those who do, about people carrying their own crosses, just like jesus. That you should carry your own cross till the end, I guess this is me carrying mine.  Your coming to me be hastened, and my going away from you even more so. You know when you're just tired of living a fallacy, and when it dawns on you that it doesn't have any meaning, your eyes are finally opened.  I wonder what it'll feel like. To drift away, while knowing that you're drifting....

"I am the maker of my Dreams, therefore you can call me...- Dream Maker!"(not so creative, but hey, I can dream right?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beautiful Dreamer🎕🥀⚘ Today you have decided to go hang out with your demons in the small backwoods near your home, with alacrity, much to the astonishment of your mother.  Your dearest mother has told you stories of young adults, more so girls/ladies, who get abducted by assailants when they venture too off, those she calls demons...Its ironic innit, that mommy is always warning about "demons" yet yours are ever with you, whether it be night or day. You are together, never to be out asunder. You are humming a song you heard the nightingale from last night melodiously sing, your hands are in your pockets, your head is almost all the way down facing the ground you step. You do that to try and focus; coz you have Cognitive Dissonance.  Your voice is different. You almost sound like that voice in my head, the one that tells me to ...