“Ply your trade, thief; dare to slip fingers into my pockets
Be you brazen enough to smile; watch my oblivious face
Clench, and be surprised; shout, for your hand gone
Rage and scream, yelp and flounder
As my knife sheaths itself in your neck
As the Stairs yawn for another fool.”
- Cithero ein Hythe, Tales of Fixed Mirth, 653 C.D(15 N.E), Sevenday of the Fifth Sceptre.
I do love this song.
I've tried to cope, yet when mountains sunder to shove down your throat amazing landslides, we all reach a point where we get too tired.
But I am just one of those prats who think life is bleary; but, no pain is trivial, only to the eyes of others.
I want to disappear, give myself a cigarette burn, cry, ruin myself, for as ever, I feel so easily replaced. I have no home; I have nothing; superficial tries to fill seats that have been emptied - voluntarily or involuntarily! are utterly failing.
Maybe it's just an indication that I need to follow as well.
Why does the list keep growing?
What a soul-wrenching loneliness. What a pitiful attempt to vent. Vent? Maybe reach out. But still hesitating. Still not wishing to burden anyone with all the drama I would unload on any person whose hand I will, probably, burn.
Being a hermit doesn't sound so bad. I was never adequate enough anyway. Sublimation - haha! Immerse myself into my fantasies, lose sight of the world, fall down into insanity, escaping reality - always running, but I no longer care. But then that makes it a weakness, which... I cannot accept. Fuck!
Do I strive for uncertain rewards
or do I stave off the world with cowardice?
you got nice character designs in your gallery, lot of little details in there that I would't have the patience to do lol. You still ned some pratcice in yor proportions ad poses ut ou really are in the rigt path! keep up the good work!
outdoors is...nice
It's ok, but I prefer being inside with a good book or drawing and stuff
but it is nice to get out and see the sights while your there :)