“I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt”
And as i sat there, listening to the human noises, the world stopped, no contemplation no thought.
Being taken over by the inner self. A being of majestic force, enough to conquer the entire world.
Yet so discreet it has been living inside you. Until this very moment, with these words on this paper it has awoken within.
The subconscious mind is taking over.
This, the journey, it is just that… a journey. Nothing more nothing less, a beginning, middle, and end. All conspiring from within you the journey you will take, the path you will follow, or the road you will make.
Nonetheless, i am the voice from within you speaking all of the thoughts and feelings you were afraid to portray. They lay here, in these pages, between the lines.