Thoughts like fog waves crashing,
In a crown of clouds on the mountains brow,
Thunder cracks in powerful displays,
Letting the traveler know,
They were never in control.
But ever on they traveled and trudged,
Through forest and foothill,
Determined and stone hearted,
To get the help they needed from the gods,
They worshipped and loved.
Onward they carried the casket,
Of the village elder since passed on,
To the edge of the oceans and knowledge,
Outward they pressed his body out,
On a boat they'd fashioned on shore.
A brave young lad of the tribe,
Lit an arrow covered in oil afire,
Screaming his fathers name he loosed the arrow,
I thought I'd have a lot to say but I'll summarize it for those who read these. All 2 or 3 of you! lol
Last two years have been hell, I'm starting from ground zero after waiting 3 months to start at this new job. But I feel more focused on my goal to move to Seattle(surrounding areas more likely due to cost of housing). Colorado no longer feels like home for me as I may have stated before.
Anyways before I start rambling, new job, new goal, mostly debt free, losing weight, gonna get more tattoos!
Hit me up on discord at "G'ryff Epocan#6057"
or in FFXIV on the Mateus server T'cho Taiga https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/character/128
I read every post from the last to the first. Nearly two decades worth of stupid ramblings, drunken messages and odd dream logs. I noticed I was pretty happy til about 2010. I wonder what in my brain died to cause this to happen. Though I think that's about when I ended up casting aside all my old highschool pals and bad influences. Then after that they all went off, got married and had kids 'n' shit. I felt left behind, isolated, abandoned by society as whole.
I've always been kind of a reject, even to other rejects. It's not like I'm some untrustable weirdo I guess I just have a punchable face or something. But then I get along extraordina
Dream Log 8020
I was on what appeared to be some sort of smuggling ship. Two of the crew members were constantly bickering about something. The blonde fat one who was rather unkempt and crude would pick on the Spanish looking crew member. The captain was a quiet but powerful woman who would calm them down when they got too heated. We came across what looked like a damaged science vessel. We cautiously boarded and looked around for stuff to loot as medical supplies were in high demand in this part of the quadrant. We found one scientist alive. He had some sort of weird grin on his face. Blood seemed to be seeping out of his pores but he was