taeryn

What is going on? Like hell if I know. . just. . yeahhhhh. . . the life of any given person is a crazy stance on self defense and a provision to help us fight the normal mortality rate. . do I know what I am talking about? Pretty much. . we fight and fight for what we have. .defend against any who would try to take it away from us, be it our money, power, or family. . there are always people trying to take these away from us. .we have to be true to ourselves, do not doubt what we truly believe in. . I have had a hard time with these things. Protecting what yours can be a battle that is too hard to fight, seemingly, at times. Sometimes it is a

The night steals my thoughts, sending them drifting on the wind. . the wind that threatens to betray me. No hope for redemption, no hope for freedom, it flows over me, binding my hands, blinding my eyes, holding me hostage to the whims of a dark force, one darker than I could have imagined. For in this darkness is a threat to everything I hold close to me. It sweeps over me, whispering of the things that have come to pass, the things that it is to bring. . the future and the past fold together and overlap. It steals my dreams, my hopes, and flaunts them in abused ways, tossing them back and forth, mutilating what was once precious and dear. I