The knife embed into flesh serves as permanent reminder not to trust anybody. My own shadow included. When did I become fate’s favorite punchline? Well, fuck.
( &. )
─── Branded as lawless and ill-disciplined by casual onlookers, their fingers promptly pointed at me with scorn and judgment painted across their faces while lacking grounded reasoning for the labels thrown.
If only they knew the truth. . .
( &. )
──── Strength wavers in the duel of head versus heart. Punished for this rising innocence, only stoicism made an appearance. It resembled salvation rather than damnation.
Fall in love with a writer, they say.
They’ll make you immortal.
Be careful, though. You never know which role they’ll have you play. You certainly never wanted to be inked into those blank pages as the common villain for eternity.
Fall in love with a writer, they say.
They’ll make you immortal.
Be careful, though. You never know which role they’ll have you play. You certainly never wanted to be inked into those blank pages as the common villain for eternity.