I spent a precedented amount of time in waiting for these feelings. This knowledge that I care for something, and the anticipation of it being ripped from the hands that never held it in the first place. The love that I funnel towards you …

At dusk, there was a woman who had her heart broken by a foul beast. She would spend this night welling in the tears of a woman not scorned, but a woman far passed hurt. For she did not know the turmoil brewing into her, seeping its way th…

I had the knowledge of the pain and horror that I would feel in this world, just as strongly as I felt all of the potential joy. But, as I'm older, I can forsee the potential decay that will happen when I finally become tired of all of the…

In stories, there were times where the villain was sometimes someone that was once remarkable. As you were. But there then became that point where you changed. Your intentions were fine, but the actions upon them were toxic. There were thi…

Sometimes, when I look into glass, I can see all of the adherent notecards clinging to my person, all of them saying the things that I shouldn't care about. All of the superficial edges torn apart with words sharp as a wolf's claws. It fee…