A Writers Tale

She, at the ripe old age of 33; lived a life of mystery... For, her demons would so often show her the way and she had no intent to disobey! The right path never seemed all that right for her. Maybe she didn't feel she deserved the path of the righteous or maybe she figured out at a young age that really it made no difference which path you walked as long as you chose the right path for you? No... I disagree with the above, I think that she realised that she deserved the world in its entirety, not just her but everyone on the world as well, she felt them all as extensions of herself, she felt there was a way where the wars could end and true peace could be restored... If there's a choice between blue and red she was prepared to mix the two together and to take the purple. She wanted so much to guide those around her, but they had all chosen their sides, they had all succumb to indoctrination on both sides. Often nights, she'd sit awake and contemplate, there had to be a

Ae lla's Story It was August 23rd, exactly 6 months since that day. Two of the longest and darkest seasons of Aella's life had gone by in the blink of an eye, life had not become any easier for Aella. The memories of that horrible night were fresh in her mind, playing over and over in a hell-ish loop. She was pushed to relive those moments every night as she lay in her bed trying to get some sleep, but inevitably her attempts were futile, what she had witnessed was not something anyone could easily wipe from their mind, only a psychopath would take solace in that imagery. The flash images of the splattered blood trail on the beige carpet of their old tudour-style living room back in Trentwood, she recalled her steps through the house with perfect clarity, following that trail through the living room, through the dining room, leading right to the bathroom door... She remembered how she felt in those moments leading up to that door... Her heart racing, her breath shaking, her

Oh I wish I wish, I wish I could stop, Believing in what I'm not, I wish I could stay secure in my mind But I'm not as strong as I make myself out to be I'm weak, and deluded and wish I could just be free The truth of this society It hurts me, it makes me bleed intermittently I wish for more and then I know its worthless Because ultimately I feel worthless. But I don't always feel this way, The majority of time I'm upbeat and unafraid But then these moments come around, where everything is too much, everything is overwhelming, the noises of cupboard doors crashing, the sounds of people coughing and sneezing, the buzz of electricity through the house, I could hear a pin drop and I would surely yelp. I begin to ache for some sort of freedom, to be cleansed from the world that I live in. Everything is too much, I feel it deep inside. This is life's emotional roller coaster ride. People with their high energy vibrations of annoyance and fear, I'm