I hear the whispers in the wind and the songs from the stars. I speak of what is written and write of what is spoken. My blurry outline only shows my sharp eyes, for I see what is not shown and feel what is not mine. I carry stories intertwined with horror because I am but myself and through pain we find what was not taught. Life is a lesson of short fuses and half-filled jars, except I speak for those half-empty
After all, I hear whispers in the wind, I hear messages from the gods, and I hear songs from the stars. I sit in the sunlit shade and reach my hand into the light from the winged darkness. I hope for a beautiful end, well-written and woven with the tales of the lost and the found. So, I stand tall in this perilous world and write my dreams and deepest desires into my books.


I like:
JJBA, BSD, ALNST, PJO (and all Greek mythology), Black Butler (not weird, though), zeyn_syre, Hamilton, Heathers, Epic the Musical, and many other books, movies, musicals, and singers. These are my favorite, though.


To end with, my dear reader, I give you my most sincere thanks for taking time to discover who I am and showing that even the smallest can be appreciated. Look towards the stars and ride on the summer breeze. - ryuu