edywritesalot

I've been chasing a never coming peace, anxiously waiting for the day that I might be blessed and freed of my mental limitations. But once one war ends another starts, God never closes a door without slamming another one open in your face. What a cruel fate we are victims to, yet we feed the system back with active participation, some even willing. Woe is we, a society cursed by our own foolish human limitations, and fear to break barriers.

edywritesalot

I've been chasing a never coming peace, anxiously waiting for the day that I might be blessed and freed of my mental limitations. But once one war ends another starts, God never closes a door without slamming another one open in your face. What a cruel fate we are victims to, yet we feed the system back with active participation, some even willing. Woe is we, a society cursed by our own foolish human limitations, and fear to break barriers.

edywritesalot

Conception is a strange thing. A lens in which we see the world, one that can be shattered or crystal clear yet me may never truly comprehend what it shows properly. The worst times that inaccurate conception come to play is when observing ourselves. So often we let insecurity and deprecation of the self, obtain a proper view. Regardless, I'm insecure as ever so what good does being aware even do me?

edywritesalot

If anyone's been reading so far, I'm going to be going back and tweaking things and possibly even changing some major plot things because they didn't translate how I would like them to. I've been feeling really uncomfortable with the way it's been so far, so I'll be changing it. Thank you to anyone who's been reading up to this point, I appreciate you, but little things will be different. 
          Thank you,
          Eden xx