Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

Some nights, he looked back and counted the bodies, all those lives he had ruined simply by existing. So he chose to stop existing. © 2015 wildflowerveins #Wattys2015

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]