Mibani-Chu

Nightmares that encase the wicked they have grasped a hold of me the darkness had overcome the light the brilliant power which I needed to see Earth itself crumbled away I was convinced I was alone yet in a last ditch attempt I reached out, looking for home I found something new for a moment, I was content freedom and joy overcame me so of course, I'd become addicted The fear returned this time it was different I didn't wish to change him but to my love, I was always referent Eventually I cracked I confessed to my care and much to my surprise it was an emotion that was shared I felt overjoyed I felt so free I felt like he was the one I n

Something lost may sometimes be something gained however, it’s rare that this is the case. As children we’re told lies, they tell us that the world isn't that scary. When you’re a boy, sure, this can be the case. When you’re a girl, it’s a little more cutthroat. But, what about them? What about the people who don’t know, the people who have trouble figuring out who they are. What is your name? I don’t know. What do you like? I don’t know. Are you a boy or a girl? I don’t know. Family love is sometimes a privilege, and we know this to be a fact. “Mommy, mommy, I want one o

Life is simple yet the most complex it comes and goes like seasons and some lives are more vivid and robust while most remain dull or tragic. Thou art not privileged because your life felt dull and thou art not vital if you believe your story robust. Tales told of vivid times memories filled with color and narratives floating in tragedy that make your heart stir. Life is slow, and life is cruel, but life shan't ever respect you. You're not important, and trust me, in their eyes, you never will be. Your stories are sappy, sure, they can be tragic, but lies are easy, and everyone knows of your deceit. Your tales may be vivid, beautiful a