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Prologue: "Pokemon Fever(dream)" The void is darkness and light. The void is life and death. The void is everything and nothing.And then the void becomes a single presence, reaching out… I am aware, and the presence knows me.The presence is an old man. An old man, who is… sleeping?He awakens with a start, and asks what time it is.“It’s 4 in the morning,” I reply, somehow knowing this was right.Memories flood my consciousness, feelings of a life, an identity. Suddenly I can see, the world in front of me, the darkened room we stand in, the old man before me.Our eyes meet.“Are you a boy, or a girl?” the old man asks me.I was a little surprise...

the sky has grown  caliginous- the moon is out of sight the stars are tucked in the cosmos' blanket- enigmas of the nightand as I roam through the universe, I seek safety forevermore  a crinkle-eyed smile pierces the darkness- I'm so glad that it's yours.

At a young age, in fact when he was only 6 years old, Evan was diagnosed as being "emotionally unstable". He would frequently have temper tantrums and seemingly random mood swings and Evan's home life was believed to be a large factor. His parents fought and argued on a regular basis, leaving his older brother Will to try and make him feel better.Nobody worried too much, in the belief he would simply grow out of it. This was not to be the case as, although he matured, he still quite often suffered from tantrums and mood swings.Evan grew up in a small village, he attended the local schools and did not leave home to go to college when he tur...

                                        Ch 7--What happened Before Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. - - -William Shakespeare "Hamlet" English playwright and poet (1564  – 1616) From the Journal Entry of Kes Allyntahl The house I had lived in was one of the oldest in town, and I knew this because despite new ownership, the locals still referred to the place after the original occupants--the Herons.Heron Manor, as it was called, looked more like a frog than a heron. The house had none of the angular grace and spiky dignity of a heron. It was a low and rounded house with white plaster walls and a roof of thatched reed, plopped on ...

I spent the final days of my life alone, even though I did not know I was dying. Around me, the world seemed to be shifting. A cloud of darkness shrouded what had once been an ordinary existence and ripped from me everything I had known. For long hours, I would stand at work and stare at the people who passed me by as though attempting to figure out what changed and when. Little did I know what waited for me around the corner.Granted, the final days leading up to the earliest hours of January 20, 1983 are somewhat of a blur to me. It might have been the enchantment I was under, or the haze of realizing I lived on borrowed time without know...

fire in the sky smoldering horizon dragon territory

we sat side by side never bound by silence and i counted the freckles you don't want to believe you have as you went on about chemistry, and i wondered if you felt we had any.i can always tell when you're sad because you'll take blame and wrap it around your throat like ropes and tell me stupid things, like how everything is your fault, like my insomnia, when really all our two am conversations do for me is prevent overthinking // a distraction, you're my favorite distraction, and really i'd be up anyway // i relish in the recognition that sparks in your eyes when they meet mine and i'm sorry i can't believe i deserve this attention i've ...