February 14th ❤️🩹
Another Night on my Own. Does one stand up and shout into the abyss about his misfortune? Does one stand tall, against the darkness, and curse the name of He who has left him there? Or does one simply rise to the occasion, and embrace the darkness which he has found to be his only friend? These are the questions which haunt me, when nobody is around to hear my pain. Perhaps taking on the world is something too great, for even the largest of egos to achieve. Perhaps, in my state of madness, I sought a prize which even myself could not wield. Perhaps there is a certain tranquility, is simply accepting defeat and succumbing to the forces which control your world. And yet, perhaps there is not. Perhaps there is hardship, to prepare one for the moment they have patiently waited for. For how can one know how to wield such power, without first acquiring the strength? The force within, to allow one to stay afloat. To summon the ...