Who Are You?Blindness, lamenessall we can seeSickness, poornessall that can breatheSorrow, rageall that existJoy, griefall that we feel.Faults, figuresdo they really exist?Devastation, emptinessfilled by loveDarkness, lighttwo sides of one coinSafety, empowermentwhat we give to each other.Love, unendingstrengthen us allSavoir, loverguide us to careMaker, molderfill us with compassionSharer, counselorshow us the way.Only one can save usOnly one can take usOnly one knows allOnly one will stand by usWho is the One?They are hatedthey are lovedThe
Quetzel's Hamster Ball of a MindShut off the lights and hide in the dark. Always do that when you get home. Am I afraid of the light or am I afraid of something? Ah, screw it. I dont really care if I am. Im happy the way I am. Heater keeps running. Hate trying to sleep with it on because of the stupid red light that keeps me awake. Why do I even try like this? What exactly are the thoughts Im supposed to be thinking? Man, I need to stop questioning myself. Stop acting like a little detective towards yourself, Quetzel. Write and keep writing. Eventually youll do something cool right? Stop questioning already. Dang it, I cant stop thinking like t
Panic in the Dark: EscapeMy heart skipped a beat when my door began to open. My breath caught, and I pushed myself further into the darkness of my bedroom, hoping vainly that no one would find me. Th-theres definitely no way theyll find me here !Then entered the shadowy form of the murderer. They moved in a slow creep, drawing ever-closer to my safe haven of a bed. They knew Id be there. They knew Id be home. They knew everything! But how?!And just when I began to think that things could not get any worse, another shadow entered the room. Was this an accomplice? Were they here to make sure I wouldnt escape? Why me?! What did I d