Me.

Forsaking The Fireplace.

I've snow on my shoulders, and the stars shine on my back. I've left the room, and I can no longer feel the warmth of the fireplace. The door is locked, and I've thrown the key away.

It's been half a year since then. Half a year since I decided I was tired of the walls around me, half a year since I realised the couch I sat on was no longer comfortable.

And now I've got the stars on my back. I turn away to find the town bathing in the moonlight.
It's a beautiful sight. Warmer climate is just over the horizon.

There's laughter behind me. All too familiar. But tonight... tonight I know I'm never turning back.
I like where I am - even if I am strolling on without everyone else.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:36 PM 0 comment(s)  

Silent Sigh.


I miss innocence.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:36 PM 0 comment(s)  

Of Things To Come.

I am a selfish, ignorant bastard.

We all are.

Most of us just think we're not.

I am at my limits. I don't say much because I feel my emotions and words are wasted on those who I feel are more ignorant than I am.

I am at my limits. I will not stand to see someone insult a part of my life. Do not take my silence for weakness, I have my reasons for not stabbing you with my tongue. Trust me, you don't want me to go that way.

If I ever see those tears flow again, or those hands tremble in frustration... I will stand against you. And I will humiliate you. You will hate me and we won't be the same, but I wouldn't care less - because I no longer care.

Don't believe me? Just fucking try me.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:27 AM 0 comment(s)