It has been an incredibly long time since I have posted on here. I would apologize, but I feel that I’ve been very productive in my absence. (Okay, fine… I’ll apologize. But I will say that I’m doing much better than I would have expected back in April, when I
After all, that’s what most religions are made up of. Stories. Structured words that explain our origins, and pain, and where we’ll end up. We tell ourselves stories to understand; we tell ourselves stories to remember. We tell ourselves stories to forget. Story is my religion, and characters are my
I’ve been in a poetry mood lately, guys. She thinks too much. She philosophizes and soliloquizes, and when nobody’s looking, she writes things down. She analyzes both what she does and what is done to her, and she chastises herself for the majority of it — but then she stops.