Sevruis

    I once told myself that i would give anything to create the worlds of my dreams. I just wished from something better, lighter then what i was given, a simple thing truly. Yet now, as i view the blacken field and shattered bodies looking at the them with the very things in which i sought to remove, i wonder if what i gave to achieve this was my dream. For how can those rich dreamscapes be born from such things that i have done.    I had wished with all my heart for the pain to stop, the pain that all had and all suffer from. I wanted the depressions i felt when i say my dreamscapes being ridicule and destroyed before my eyes. I wanted it

   ...My wife always suggested the writing of thoughts down unto paper. She claims it helps one muse over past events and serves as a reminder of the past but i do not need a journal to be reminded of my past. No, all i need to do is look at my hands, the hands of a death-marked.... I once felt suddenness and the coldness of the frozen fear that comes with life but looking at the snow white  lands of my homeland: i fell nothing but happiness even though this sight is from a high loft in a prisoner tower. These lands once held all that i cherished. In my family's winter home, a rather rustic log cabin of rose-wood, i would spend many hours i

    What does the atom and the man have in common? what does the universe and nothing share? what is fire and water have in common? Change. Does not the atom move things and thus change its positions?and does not the nothingness of space hinder and thus change travel? It is clear that everything and nothing exerts a sort of change whether it be of negative or of positive effect in relation to an event.    Now if the nature of everything is change then what does that mean? that mean the goal of any singular person is to bring that change which is seen as positive and i do mean seen.