Wanted to advertise a few pieces of writing a friend and I are posting. There isn’t much in there because we wanted to have a “One post per day” type of thing and we started it recently. Feel free to give feedback on the pieces; we’d appreciate any forms of criticism, but don’t just put, “This sucks!” or “You suck!” because it’s just taking up space.
The pain I’ve endured, the life I’ve lived has all been buried under the embers of my recent ashes. I wake again, with a new fire burning in me, as if I’m a phoenix. It’s fascinating how the person I once was isn’t the person I am now. I’ve changed, evolved like the environment and the animals in it. I’ve grown to be polluted by the filth of this world, yet there’s still a drop of purity that moves through a cycle, deep within my veins, pumping this soon-to-be-dead, aching heart.
All my life, I’ve asked nothing more than for just a little bit of friendship, a little bit of love, and a lot of independence. I grew up, craving to be a lone wolf, but I was clueless and had no guidance. I was taught to stick to my pack, but I saw the others around me, they had scars and they had bruises, which proved their survival on this sad and crude soil. They were trained to spread their wings and fly off, above the clouds, dive into the stars, glide through the colorful nebulae; crimson, violet, indigo, with maybe a tint of green. I wanted to soar and so that was my goal, a goal that would only cause trouble if I attempted to reach it. Some may say the sky’s the limit, but I wanted to shatter the sky and venture on beyond what can be seen through any pair of eyes.