I search and search
For the muse
But once I find her
I remember
How sad she is
How mad she is
I remember
She is a friend
That tortures me
She floods me
Fills me up
With inspiration
For depressing
Relatable
Words
That I get to feed
To you
Once I find her again
I dream of peace
And once I’ve found peace again
I search for her
Lather, rinse, repeat.
-C.H.
Pressure is building up in the head A squeeze of the soul A knot in the arteries Better do something before I am dead A reaper gaining ground My shadow on my floor Opportunity knocks at the door Bette
Chapter 6 Emerdy came from a powerful family in Oathville, a family that had a connection with the first King. She had lived her entire life without anyone ever disagreeing with her. She was—objective
What God do you see? Which one do you hear? Which God do you want to believe in? An omni-potent one? One that grants you complete free will? Or how about one that isn’t perfect? Would you want a God w
