My actions are just a mystery if you’ve learned anything from history. You ask questions not to know me, but only to pry. You ask me how I am, while not really wanting to know why. Your two-faced “compassion” reads to me like a lie. I am so sick of explaining to you Everything that… Continue reading

I was a beam of light that cut through the blackness. I was a beam of light that cowered your darkness. Lit like a lighthouse, I stood on a hill, protected by the grace of a shallow cove, a fortress that only you could know. If you only knew where to look, which way to… Continue reading