much better in writing
Through the Eye of the Beholder (03, 15, 21)
00 Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I am walking with my head up, down crowded streets, people laughing and yelling and crying. They look at me with furrowed brows when I bump into them.
Things We Have Lost
I do as I am told, and I am not so sure if it is because I am loyal to them. I think I have long since lost the sense of morality that might object to their decrees; every change in the timeline has a cost and I have seen the prices paid in death and destruction, but there is no change that will save everyone, and I think I have become blind to the carnage, accustomed to death so that it doesn't hurt anymore. I am not so sure if that is a good thing.
three's a crowd
it feels as if i am being edged out. people always say three’s a crowd. i think i am learning that they are right. ah but what is there to do? (and i say it too much, i know.) maybe because i am lost. maybe because i can never figure out how the world works.