I wrote this journal for myself in the guise of a life I can dream when the stars sway. It is a gift for tomorrow left from today; it is a story of hope and also decay. It is a diary of a lifetime as it phases to gray. As time races onward and dances away, the memories will fade but these scars will stay. The malice within me will never allay-it is a madness that only these words can convey. But if I can write them and hide from the fray, then I can stay stable if just for a day. I have a mind meant for math but not memory, so I am cursed to conclude that these words will one day rest as a reverie of the life I once lived and then lost to time. It is a faraway outcome I can infinitely extrapolate-an asymptote solved by my subconscious but only at a glance. It is both a restraint and a release that I will one day lose the whispers of her love and the crimes I committed to keep her by my side. She is the one for whom I spent my whole life chasing. She is the one for whom I would burn cities to the ground just to see the light shimmer on her skin. Please note that this story is dark, gory, and psychopathic (in the literal sense). Content warning for... everything, really. Everything except SA. I don't play those games. You can also find this story (and follow me!) at the blog in my bio on WebNovel. The rest of this intro is available in the prologue which follows.

Notes from nowhere are short stories about life,romance, and anything in general.