BladeofAngels

As a child, I remember being into angels and dragons at an early age I remember learning to play "link to the past" nearly before i was in kindergarten The things that i remember are all very interesting when placed together For instance, The only real thing that matters to me in my memories Is not the trauma, Which would be what normally people say scar you The things that stuck with me, Were the noble aspects of everything The love felt by friends when someone is in trouble The sense of Good versus evil, The beauty of standing on a mountain To look over and see a glistening forest full of adventure at the bottom Most would think th

She's got coffee on her outbreath, sweetened with sympathy. Sat alone, in front of the glowing screen, listening to pretty, vapid music, there are thoughts that spiral and tangle themselves in her already messy hair. There's not so much feeling, more like a smoothed iced lake her visage sits, factual and kind of hurting, but mostly cold. Mostly just cold. He's gone. He was a wonder. So there's sympathy, sweetened on the outbreath. She sits, staring at the screen, remembering Chamonix, remembering the cabin, the decanter, remembering the "no bloody swearing sign" and the twang his southern syllables lent his tongue. He made tiny ham-and-musta

My one favorite color is purple. The kind which is near perfectly between red and blue; Which coincidentally falls in line with my February birthstone. February and I... Have never been on the best of terms, however, that's another story for another time, and this story is purple in nature; That which is the perfect mixture of red and blue. Two colors which, oddly enough, constantly struggle for the control of the territory otherwise known as my eyes. I've always been told that I have pretty... well, pretty blue eyes. More often than not however, my eyes are a nice shade of red. Be that thanks to constant monitor gazing, or through decidedly