It's so quiet. No ones bugging you or asking you to do something. It's odd. This quiet makes me nervous. That one quote is haunting me slowly. Making me paranoid. Paranoid, that they will find out! Find out what I have and haven't done. So close to the end, I can imagine my fate from here. But it's the holidays, so I keep calm and happy cause they have more important things to worry about then to look at what I've done. It's nice to be able to write all this down. Without interruptions or any other quests or something. Merry Christmas or Wintertime to all who read. To all who are here with me reading this message. Sorry to all who hope things get better but, nothing happens if I don't do anything. If I don't move this will stay the same. The same messages, the same hopelessness that worry's me. The same scary feeling of despair.
But this is a time of silence and peace. See you.
YOU ARE READING
A few words, and some story's too.
PoetryPoetry and Part story's. Mostly poetry though. no promises to finish parts, but maybe. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Art in the cover is my own, drawn with my...
