Hear the rain upon the leaves,
Above the sky lies grey.
A shred of blue would be denied.
Alas, he could not stay.

If I had to write about myself, I think in another age and place, I'd be a troubadour bard. One who wanders not just for adventure, or a search for belonging, but out of something more as well. 

I write mostly to assuage a certain thirst in me, and because everyone has stories meant to be spoken. I'm nineteen years old, I love reading as much as breathing, and words like my own hand. 

Rien est vrai, tout est permis.

(And yes, apart from that old soul rambling up there, I love gaming, gambling, and talking to people here. Feel free to PM me if you feel like a roleplay, talk, or a session of seeing who can insult the other better. I totally win at that last, by the way.)