I Don't Write A Quick Draft And

What Popped Up More Than That Was The Realization That I Made As An Adult That The World Is This Incredibly Complex, Layered, And Mysterious Place And If You Stop And Think About It The Human Cell Is Literally More Complex Than A Fleet Of 747s.

A Silent Dark...as Black As A Moonless Lake, As A Ravine's Wings, Darkness There And Nothing More, Merely This And Nothing More.

It Will All Be Better In The End And If It Is Not Better Then It Must Not Be The End Yet

If I Drive Myself To The Brink Of My Ability, Then I Don't Get Stale Or Bored.

I Don't Find Slashing And Blood Flying Everywhere To Be Scary. I Just Find It Repulsive.