James Tennyson is going to collage, he is fed up and addicted to all the horror books he would get his hands on. However there is one book he was not aware of... His own.

This is something I wrote roughly about 2 years ago. I found it and decided to share it. Something that describes this world that we are all living in. Where I stood in my life during this time and how I saw it all.

"Every body faces a dark storm and the wreckage after that, but the slight twinkle of their North Star is enough to lead them home. And whether we believe it or not, no matter if we try or not, we are somebody's way home. Somebody's North Star. And, you are my North Star. You are the voice in my head that keeps me from forgetting my way. And, you will always be."