Peaceful tides, clear skies, and an endless distance.

This little sail boat travels these kind seas, allowing the wind to take it on this story, for the boat is simply too small to sail on just beleifs.

Miles and miles it will go, creating companions as it rows and rows.

Snagging fishy friends, or little sands, this sailing boat lets the wind guide it far across these lands.

_B...

A river dreamt, and a river was.

Pure water ran calmly through the life it nurtured, stroking apon the busy fish about, until the smoothest rocks it beheld.

The river was envied amongst the ponds, amongst the puddles and the pools.

But this little river was not thirsty today.

_So it gave until the ponds turned to rivers, until the puddles turned to ponds, and the pools turned t...

Peace is offered by none, so I offer it to myself.

I choose to lie in my bed, the world in my mind far better than the world outside.

Behind my eyelids, this dark is far brighter than any real flame.

There, I can become what I yearn, I can achieve what I desire.

I am what I desire.

_Flowers blossom within me, because I will them to, and happiness sparks from nothing, because...

I yearn.

I yearn for everything I do not have.

My heart tells me I want, so I want.

My mind tells me don’t touch, so I touch.

What would a man be if he would only follow his heart,

being controlled by the strings that make his blood flow.

I yearn.

I yearn for the day that I’ll decide,

should I follow my heart,

or my mind?

...

When they stare,

I gouge their eyes.

When they talk,

I stitch their mouths.

When they ask,

I deny.

Then I ask,

Why do they not have eyes?

Why can they not speak?

Why do they not ask?

Are they immoral?

Do they not have souls?

What about

Me

?

Why does destruction follow me?

Why does it chase me?

…am I the destruction…...

I’m tapping.

I’m knocking.

I’m banging.

Why won’t anyone answer?

Why won’t anyone help?

Why won’t anyone hear me?

When I truly should be asked,

Why won’t anyone listen....

In the golden night, I awakened.

It was when I realized, lies were truths.

When I realized, truths were lies.

It was when I let it go.

When I let time carry me, and not my pride.

It was when I awakened to life.

Making it mine, and not someone else’s.

Recognizing that gold is only as precious as you price it....

Dreaming.

It’s what I did best.

I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me.

Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success.

Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life.

And then I woke I woke up.

Was it always a nightmare?

Was it always this harsh?

How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?

When did the leaves start falling?...

If only objects could speak.

What would they tell us?

Perhaps the struggles of life.

Or the joys of life.

Maybe how much it was bought for.

Or how much it’s worth.

As time increases, so does its value.

But it has highest value to the one who holds meaning to it....

Energy flows, and passion sparks.

Every idea starts with a spark, the spark following another and another.

A chain of reactions, a fragment of imagination.

Like a electrical line, thin but full of energy.

Strong yet weak at the same time.

It’s a choice to turn the spark of the passion, into a wave of electricity....