...Been a while, hasn't it?

In the depth of a human mind, success is pure - and revenge is a sin. Through words that can express one's emotions, appearance towards the outer world, both in and out. The tip of the quill touches the parchment, and all seems to vanish in reality. The writer's hand dashes across the paper meaningfully, attempting to gain reassurance and comfort. But in the end, the sorrow comes from within the quill, and the writer is left with nothing but despair.

As it has come to my attention that the writer does not write the story, but the story writes the story. Which may or may not make any sense no matter which way you put it, our imagination is purely our own, and one can only think of a unique thought by themselves. In my mind, there are creatures whom cannot fight their anger, and sorcerer's who are betrayed by those who they have thought loved them for who they are. Or for the knight who tries so hard to regain success, pride - only to fall and lay like a dog. These thoughts will constantly rage inside my mind, never to be put down on paper - merely because I am just a coward.

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” - Confucius

Quote of the Week -

If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
- Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.