BlissI don't want to be your last resortbut the first person you come toI don't want to be the light at the end of the hallwaybut the candle you hold to guide your wayI don't want to be someone you dislikebut someone you trust with your lifeI want to be your stars in a universe of darknessthe glimmer in your eyesI want to be the warmth to your heartI want to be with you.
I am Who I amWhen you hear the word emo what do you think of? A tall dark character wearing dark clothes, chains with blood stains around their wrists? Well emo is short for emotional, well it used to be. Stereotypes grew and now emo and emotional have completely separate meanings. So basically there are two different kind of emo's (stereotypically, all emos are emo for different reasons and are definitely unique) and those two kinds are Traditional Emo and Cut Emo. Traditional Emos are generally people who mentally can draw a connection to other people. They can see other people in a different way than most, whether they admit or not. Trad Emos usually overlook small details and go for what is emotionally meaningful for them, which is different for each person. Trad Emos take everything into consideration, even if it was an obvious joke. All joking aside, sanity and insanity has a very thin line in between it, and emotionally something simple can push a Trad Emo past the line emotionally, which co
Horror of the Mind In the dead of night, not a single speck dared to move or be known, until a blinding ray of focused light persisted into my eye. I slowly walked over to the window, half blind and sleepily trying to identify the cause of such a disturbance. After rubbing my eyes with my hands to allow better vision I stared in complete awe at the divinity of the silvery being that stood in my front yard. Not thinking, which seemed to be my way I opened the window and felt the chilly night breeze and lowered myself onto the soft wet grass underneath.Did I need to walk up to the thing and examine it? No, I wanted to, I felt an urge, a need to. Given a chance to go back and redo that moment, I think I would have stayed in my room and went back to sleep maybe passing it off as a dream."Um, hello?" I, somewhat reluctantly whispered to the unmoving creature."Hello primitive being, are you the one dubbed Ryan Arteaga, age 13, gender male?" The glowing creatur