The desire to be motivated. To become what I was intended to be, to go and get it, no matter the cost, knowing my ideals will be protection from whatever preys in waiting.
To reject the path is denying yourself itself, keeping caged what lives within you. Depriving your own nature for a man made suit that seems acknowledged by the world.
Truth be told, no one is accepted by any other circle except its own. They will deceive you, and by the time we make this discovery, our lives will have perished within us.
I don’t want to be doomed adrift as an empty shell in the sweeping tides of humanity, until buried alive in the sands of their hopelessness. I cannot allow it, I won’t.
I am tired of my self-induced desertion. Before I run out of fuel and initiatives, I think I will take myself up on the drive of a lifetime, and become the one I was born to be.
To take things off mine
This Chest, is to get ideas off MY chest. I have so many story ideas. One little thing will burst into an entire world in that second. Sometimes I write one chapter, I just cannot resist it. Then I won't look at it for awhile, because I have bigger fish to fry. So...I figured that I would put them out for others to read, and if they are of any worth, will be nagged into completion. If it's read or not, at least they are off my chest and somewhat safe in this one.
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