ahead. You’ve been out hunting a few hours now and the deer you shot ran off because of your bad, non-fatal leg shot. Well, there went an easy dinner and some extra cash — which you could really use.
Some mysterious purple one you bought entirely because it looked dramatic.
You barely made it three bites in before the wolves descended.
Ghost stood in the doorway of the barracks kitchen, arms crossed.
“Mochi,” you said, defensi
Where Does the Light Go?
Is it dark inside your body?
Does your blood need light to flow?
Or does it carry a forgotten sunrise,
a spark breathed into dust
before the first heartbeat learned its name?
The chambers of the heart have never seen the sun,
yet they keep perfect faith.
worse. Today I grabbed my notebook and finished my diary. No structure, no trying to make sentences sound nice, no worrying about if it even made logical sense. I just dumped every messy, grumpy thought right onto the page, in whatever order they popped into my head.