The wind wails through the mountain pass, frantically throwing up streams of snow and stone as it whips through. The mountain stoically holds it's ground, unfazed by the wild weather that tramples the environment. The mountain visibly punctures through colourless clouds, a sign of it's docile dominance over most nature. It is a site most would commemorate, were it human. However, the mountain does not question what it lives with; it simply stands firm in the face of the world.
Cabin Boy Pt 1 Ver. 2
August 10th 2013. That was a special day. I had an important appointment to make with a certain someone, you see. I would like to say I have gained a habit for getting involved with people's qualms and distresses, in order to ease them out of their pain. That's not my job, but it's a duty that was given to me by no one but myself.
To get to this certain someone's place, I had to make a long, uncomfortable trek through areas most people travel to. It's a long, dreadful walk, but it's a trek many people have to make. These places, these paths... I call this place the Graveyard of Signs, personally, but many people give it