My mother always told me that my mind on the inside is like the night sky, every good memory is a star. when I was a child my mind was bright and innocent, I had so many stars in the sky to guide me through the dark.
with age stars die, sometimes they go out with a bang, or just slowly fade away. As I trekked through my life, slowly my stars went out, one by one simply fading away, while one stayed and guided me through the abyss of my mind.
that star has long since gone out, now I don't want to have that feeling of despair when the abyss claims me.
now I attempt to keep stars from forming, they only bring me pain through their deaths. big or small
I am the dawnbreaker.
