We are young and we are strong Through strength in self we become Something more than they can be

I had an urge, a spark, a passion to write. Somewhere in between the words I was reading, and the words that were playing, that need dissipated. I'm somewhere else now, but I haven't quite discerned that location. The colors around me have dulled, and not much can be found here, right now. I feel disconnected, not in a negative manner, simply in one of indifference. I'm sure it's simply in preparation for another extreme shock back into the less than perfect reality of this world. But that's a matter for tomorrow. For tonight, I revel in the words on the screen, the paper, and in the air. For tonight, I'll forget about the scars we hide, the blasphemy they whisper, the screams she tries to cover, the monsters each hides, the manipulative moves we all make. And most importantly, even if just for tonight, I'll forget the existence of this absurd, insignificant, game we create for ourselves. And for tonight, I'll forget about your presence in my mind.

And so here's to peace.

Goodnight my dear.