If a leaf falls in the forest, does anyone know? Do they care? Its just one in a thousand, in a million, a billion even. All we know is they die and they fall. They coat the earth in all different shades of blood and dirt and the occasional flame. We trample on them but don't stop to think of how we trod on hundreds of separate bodies, lives. How are we to know what they think, feel, as our heels and toes snap their weary spines like so many toothpicks in this box of a world. 

Does it matter? Does anyone even care? These are the questions of the leaves we spend all our lives walking on. We don't take the time to hear what they say, what they believe, how they feel. Who is to say if they feel? Who has that god forsaken right to say "these are not people, they do not know right from wrong." 

But it is we who are wrong. We are not people, we are monsters building our lives atop these leaves.


Just a Jump-Start writer. I love everything about literature from poetry to novels and all the way back to short stories. 

Most if not all of my stories will involve femslash. 

I like all kinds of music, but my favorite band Mindless Self Indulgence. I am an anime fan, though the amount I've watched is limited. 

There's not much to say really, but I hope you enjoy my writing.