darkmoonsigel

The moon is not as bright as the sun, but her face is admired more for it in poem, prose, and praise. ©

Ideas are heavy things, clinging on with new life, burning nerve endings with their new found will to exist. I have a bad feeling that dementia is just an idea that was never allowed to be born properly , and ate its creator's brain like cancer from the inside out in revenge. ©

Brand spanking new here so I'm not sure what to blog about. I guess I'll just rant about random shit.