Another time of fire in the ice...

[_heero_yuy_]

I can feel things inside that aren't as solid as I hoped them to be. Life is fall into another spiral of a taint in rose form. I can't hold to it anymore, because it's draining the blood from my hand. Inside my eyes, I feel the window of my soul shutting to the deep of moral darkness. If anyone to were to see me in my entirety, I would seem to be a melting pot of ignorance and solitude. That's the only things that have substance in me right now. Emotions are like a fury in the fields, burning away everything I had grown and leaving just a trace of what used to be. Entering into the new of pure truth, I see now that there isn't a substance that is exactly what it is. Everything is something else. I am not what perceived. Just me. Time is non-existent. Existence IS non-existent. We are only what we think each other to be. A saddening understanding, indeed. However, that isn't what makes me worry so. It is the flowing motions my soul takes. I've almost caught the rhythm of it and if I've found the meaning in the madness, then things are destined to distress.

Huh, tragedy is my role. Played part in full.

~Nathan H.~