Spring was here.
I thought as I got out of the door, that would lead me to our garden.
The wind started playing around with my hair, as the smell of the flowers we planted some weeks ago, filled the space all around me. My mind was racing with thoughts, mostly those happy moments we had lately, in our new house.
It's nighttime again. I stare out through the window into the skies black outside and think about you.
It hasn't been long since you went away into slumber, yet I can feel deep within my heart what I would call "the thunder."
It was all so sudden; just when I thought I would be having a great day, I end up at the business end of a few shotgun cannons as I lay flat on the floor. I stood in line at the bank to cash-in on a check that a co-worker gave me for an ancient firewood oven that belonged to my great-grandfather. Little did I know that my luck would turn out this way.
I guess that first impressions matter more than what the average person is willing to admit. When I met Alice, she was this beautiful girl that caught me at first glance. Quite stern and calm, irradiating confidence. Honestly, I could only dream of dating a girl like her. Of course, to my surprise, she had a thing for me as well. We had fun after the first rehearsal for a few cover songs from our favorite bands. Yet every time I remember that day, I can't help but to smile and feel a bit embarrassed about my behavior. I guess I have grown more confident since then. As it turns out, she is actually quite sweet and loving. A little meek once she reveals her true self.
In silence, I have watched as you raged. Understanding your reasons, yet with a sword in hand, you slice the arms that can no longer cease a shield's protection. I never wanted to disappoint you, yet I stand unwilling to respond in the same way.
- The story of a town you should not visit -
As far as myths and legends go, it is undeniable that people are attracted to fear. The sensation of adrenaline coursing through the veins, provoked by the thought of miserable failure. More often than naught, it is the image of grazing the hands of the reaper, the most frightening occurrence of the mind.