The 9th Continent: Eyes of Horus

ur psyche? Do you even feel, for me? Look through my writing and tell me what you really think about me. Am I the c

ld, your unworthy ones as a youth, and your last few years of indifferent living. Whatever your status may be, whoever you are, whatever you've be

ngs as they are. Just being the autumn leaf swaying in the northern breeze. As ironic as it sounds, these cold steel bars hav

satisfy this circle of nature. The treadmill of destiny. The putrid stench of an all too familiar story you call life. I chose to free my people of this burden. I chose to take the weight on my shoulders. S

renity in my methods. Their fragile understanding allowing them see the painter on his canvas, but never the full picture. The mind is a torturous weapon, even to the strongest of wills. It is like a lion unlaw

ppose there exists a thing called, "first love"? Because it's an everlasting feeling you'll never forget? Because it's some genuine love bullcrap you've been fed since the first cartoon your restless eyes glanced upon? Don't be naïve with your judgment you whimpering soul. The only reason there exists a thing like first love, is because there's going to be

forward, expending time and energy on a future that is all but guaranteed. That mentality I envy. The tenaciousness in their voice is my waking call everyday in this facility. The

e of speech. Once upon a yesteryear, there did exist an Ninth continent. Besides, hiding from the limelight was pretty easy, all one needed to d

sting 10 minutes of my life I can never get back on it, but you know the funny thing about always distracting yourself from the rudiments of reality, always running from it? The second you start, you can't

o know what it felt like to hope, to shuffle the card deck and re-create for myself an image outside the one I was meant to portray, and then she kissed me. Wrapped

executed in a couple days' time, passing on the barest knowledge I possibly can should do