We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun.We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dream, ...
There are times where we all stand at the edge of the cliff, alone, feeling the stinging cold air of the sea burning courage into us as we stare down into the waves that slam against the crags far below. Rocks crumble away from the cliff face, tumbling silently down to explode in spectacular fashion. The shrill cries of gulls pierce the thunderous roar. As the sun rises, it paints the sky in watercolor swaths of pink, orange, and cold pale blue. Relentless action collides with the stillness of the field behind you, where tall grasses sway in the wind and frosty tips glint in the tentative sunlight bathing them. No barrier holds you back fr...
We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun.We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dream, ...
There are times where we all stand at the edge of the cliff, alone, feeling the stinging cold air of the sea burning courage into us as we stare down into the waves that slam against the crags far below. Rocks crumble away from the cliff face, tumbling silently down to explode in spectacular fashion. The shrill cries of gulls pierce the thunderous roar. As the sun rises, it paints the sky in watercolor swaths of pink, orange, and cold pale blue. Relentless action collides with the stillness of the field behind you, where tall grasses sway in the wind and frosty tips glint in the tentative sunlight bathing them. No barrier holds you back fr...
It's been two years. Two fucking years. I'm writing this 100% for myself but goddamn it I can't believe it's been two years since I wrote a journal entry.In the latest news:
I decided to do NaNoWriMo - my friend weedled me into it. I'm terrified.
I'm going to try posting the free writing I do, but if I start a story I doubt I'm going to let it see the light of day. For now it's just bits of word vomit that happen at work.
Considering how shot my laptop is there's no possibility of photos because Photoshop before reformatting my hard drive (or replacing the laptop) is probably a bad idea. If anyone wants to keep up (who am I kidding, ain't...
HolyfuckI'msobusyIcan'tbreathe.*inhale* *exhale*I've barely slept in the past few days. I've written papers and papers and more damn papers.
I was supposed to write a short paper, 500-700 words. It's currently over 1300 words. How. What even. I'm eventually going to upload my entire photo project for the semester in it's final form, and delete what I've already uploaded.But hey, its all downhill from this afternoon. Thank God, cause any more of this and I might just actually die.