You Are Not a Stoic

You are not a stoic.

Indifference fits you like the medium sized t-shirt on the depressed teen: too snug in some areas and completely loose in the others.

I am the one person you can not fool.

Trust me, I have been indifferent. I went through life as a spector. Neither a morning nor a night person, although I was only awake for the night. It's when the world becomes silent and seems to give you the respect that only a fragment of god deserves.

Don't let the night fool you.

You feel it. So intensely it aches your bones and clouds your vision. Don't you notice when people ask you what color your eyes are? It's because they seem to be...smoky. As if the fire that burns you goes ignored and has has climbed from your heart to your head.

That fire is the enemy.

You must not kill this enemy. You must negotiate with it. Accept its existence, and make it accept yours. A duality exists within you, Reclaimant. A violence who's only wish is to bring peace to the world.

Clear your mind, Pastkiller. For you are not a stoic.