Journal I - Dec 21
I have spent the last three days in solitude – mental solitude, to be more accurate. I have quieted the others and locked myself away to observe the inner working that have made me tick.
Session 5 - Artz - Dec 17
He’s sitting there. He’s a bit off tonight. He is exhibiting signs of Brink’s taint and Rath’s blessings. He smiles and then growls, dichotomous reactions that seem contradictory but fitting for what we have been discussing.
Session 4 - Brink - Dec 16
///This contains cursing. If you do not want to read it, don’t read it.///
Session 3 - Rath - Dec 15
This is my first session with her. She is elusive and timid but has a serene nature to her. Her smile is demure and seductive all the same. She is the very embodiment of duality.
Session 2 - Brink - Dec 14
///This has cursing in it. If you don’t want to read it, then don’t.///
Session 1 - Artz - Dec 13
He sits there, hands hovering over the keyboard, furtively testing his fingers one by one on the keys. It ‘s been a long time since he last touched these keys in this way; no longer the callous rapping they experienced day to day but rather the once coveted caress he had graced them with in years past. He runs his fingers lightly over the keyboard as he would a lover’s body and sniffles.
I am fire
I am destruction
I am a bringer of light
I am warmth
I am death
I am water
I am rejuvenation
I am a vessel of catastrophe
I am torrential
I am life
I am wind
I am wanderlust
I am an advocate of change
I am violent
I am freedom
I am earth
I am eternity
I am a professor of stoicism
I am solitary
I am loyalty
I am compassion
I enable them
I let them destroy themselves
I watch them wither
I see them fade
I am cruelty
I deny them
I make them continue on
I demand they survive
I hold their wrists
I am animal
I am human
I am savage
I am rational
I am pure
I am conflicted
I am endangered
I am prosperous
I am autonomous
I am enslaved
I am duality
I am absolute
I am masculine
I am steadfast
I am feminine
I am unfaltering
I am deceased
I am powerful
I am vivacious
I am righteous
I am.
I…
Am…
Am I?
Demon’s Souls: White Lightning (Vol. I)
Craven, damned ones, those depraved souls of the lost – adventurers of old driven to madness once their mortality was ripped from them, that or denizens of this forsaken land.
Fun little exercise.
So you know those times when you wake up and it feels like the whole world is balancing right on your temple – like your head’s just gonna explode in glorious fashion like that first Pinto your friend thought it would be just hilarious to rear end you in…? Yeah… it was kinda like that.
