I wanted to do something

which didn’t have the pieces of you.

I wanted to see what I am,

without you.

So I ended up writing.

But I am sad;

I wouldn’t have written,

anything

at all,

had it not been

for the box of

pain,

darkness

&

growth

you

s i l e n t l y

gifted me.

So what

is it,

that I am doing

for myself,

when this is still about you?

all these notes come from

the pieces

you gave me;

they are the remnants

of you,

and us.

I am all about you,

even when I am trying not to.

You are me,

&

I am you.

Am I still in love with you?

y.o.u...a.r.e...m.y

★moonlight★

s h i n i n g t h r o u g h

~the~clouds~

(even in the)

*dark* of *night*

/\/\/\ to cast /\/\/\

--- your beams ---

《upon my face》

s t r e a k e d

[with tear tracks]

y/o/u t/o/u/c/h

_my_cheeks_

^with^

=your=glow=

～as if ～

t o w i p e a w a y

‴the‴tears‴

|and tell me|

‘it’s going to be okay’

{i believe it}

Nothing lasts forever you know, You only have so much time in your life until it's over and you kick the bucket. Life can sometimes be unfair, you get sick and you can't get better. You lose a best friend, A mother, A sister or a father because life decided you must suffer until the end. Life beats you down and despression kicks in like morphine flowing through the veins of a person who's in pain. Life forces you to work hard, and you do whay you have been told, only to see another person who gets all of the credit by doing as very little as possible and coast through life like it was nothing. Leaving you staring at them in agro, after all you put up with, it was all for nothing. Hating on life is pretty normal for people to do. Your not happy on what you're doing, because there's no fulfilment. You can't find your place in life, you don't know what gets up in the morning and you feel that death is right next to you... waiting for that moment.

Life is cruel, life is nasty. But life makes you do things that make you happy. There are some people who take life way too serouisly, or people who don't see life as be valuable. There's two things that people on this planet do when they die. They either do something that makes them happy or do something that they'll be remembered.

Overall, go do something that makes you feel happy and fulfiled. Better yet do something amazing and show the world. After that you'll die happy and leave this world as a memory, until you wither away. But hey that's the circle of life. Your born, you live, you die. And you let your children continue your legacy into the future.

I Never Knew

until now, you liked daises,

or the smell of cinnamon.

I never knew,

you loved the feel of sand between your toes,

or the songbird from afar.

I never knew,

you wanted me,

or where you wanted us to go.

I never knew,

and wish I had.

But I leave you fresh daises.

There is evil in the world,

An all encompassing darkness,

Pitch black like a raven's wing

And there is good in the world

A glimmering light,

Illuminating like a beacon of the sea,

Meant to guide those who are lost

Through the unforgiving night

There is good, there is evil

And there is a space within

A gray area,

Existing to bridge the gap in between

One where light and darkness mingle,

Conversing like old friends

For decades, even centuries,

There has been evil in good,

Light in darkness

Existing together,

Needing one another to survive

As long as there is evil

In the world,

There will be good,

A glimmering beacon,

To combat it

You always came to me in dreams. Comforting me when I was scared of the night,

Comforting me when I was scared of the light.

You were there.

You watched me grow.

You watched me navigate through life’s twists and turns.

Through the forks in the road.

Over the speed bumps of life.

You watched me become me.

I never wondered if you were proud.

I knew that you were.

I felt that you were.

You played a part in guiding me through this journey called life.

I am who I am because of you.

Because

You were there.

You will always be there.

-My Father

*poof*

- what was that?

*boom*

(coughs & sneezes)

- Waouh!

- what is that supposed to be?

- o, this? (laughs)

- ah, I see.

- Yes, (smiles) it’s an ol’ ancient recipe for summoning any beast really.

- hmm, okay. But that sounds~

- Dangerous? (chuckles) Come on, now. Let’s find out what we have whipped up here.

- Okay. It has scales, a tail, and (screams) sharp claws!

- Oh, it’s only a baby.

- (whimpers) still, that beast needs to head back to its home.

- uh, that won’t be possible. Once I begin the recipe, and finish it...well, whatever creature appears can’t be whisked away. (sighs)

- Seriously? Oh, this is not good at all.

#Peregrinus.