Sunday, October 24, 2010
Those glasses you wore. An heirloom from your Grandmother. They always reminded you of childhood. Dark days past. When the walls shook from the tension within. As the years went on, you grew to learn the true meaning of blood and boundaries. Your story is driven by the heart, by an intense light, by the need to flee as far as you can from those damned damaging memories. They still seem to haunt your dreams. Please, I am begging you. Escape. Make the most of your name. Accomplish great things, anything. Experience. Learn all you can from these mistakes. It is a battle. Good vs. Evil. Evil is the bottle, good is everything else.