dadams8

aspiring author with only one halfway-finished work for every thousand ideas

"On the stairs, half-surviving and most certainly not living, I turned once again to the horizon. The peace I had found in it had molted, peeled away, to reveal death."
-me

"Time does tell, but fortune is a messenger, and its riddle can speak the same volumes long before time gets its first word."
-me (idk what i was doing here