Consider, the one who is loved.
With friends close and dear,
Sister in soul, eternal companion,
Soul mate, love brightest in the dark.
Happiness, peace, completion.
Consider, then, the Corrupter,
Dark in heart and mind.
He works his way slowly, but
Surely.
Entering the Musician's head.
Consider, the denials.
All for naught, nothing but lies!
How could they think such things!?
That they hate him,
That they want to reject him,
Leave him in the cold to lay down and die.
Consider, then, the corruption...
The small coincidences spelled to be
Much more...
And the Musician retreats into himself,
Deeper and deeper.
His heart clos
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My mind stalled and froze when I tried to think of a specific thing to discuss... Not unlike most times, I suppose.
I must say that this has been an interesting couple of months. So much has been done, with so much more left to do. We'll get to the end of the list eventually. We have to. It's gotta stop sometime, right? <3 And the good that has happened has FAR outweighed the bad, so I can't complain. At all~ ♥
I never thought I'd find a city like New York, to be honest. I never knew that any collective group could be so accepting of one person... Not that I mind, obviously. It's just taking some getting used to. I feel like I'm ge